I have been in bed for the last 30 minutes,
reading, and too lazy to get up and brush my teeth. I know I will at some
point. But inertia afflicts me right now, big time. And while I try to build
enough momentum to break this inertia, a memory from Nebraska resurfaces. I do
not have too many remarkable memories of Nebraska, but this one, for the
weirdest of reasons, I remember.
Who is the first person
you see in the morning on a daily basis? I am not talking about your reflection in the mirror, but a real person. A partner?
Parents? A pet? A colleague perhaps? For me, it used to be the man whose name I
never got to know. He had white, back-brushed hair and he used to man the
parking garage where I parked my car before heading to work. He used to smile
and wave at me religiously as I scanned my parking permit to enter the garage
Monday through Friday. And while he smiled his gummy smile, his dentures used
to sit in a bowl by the table on the side. Every month, I stopped by to pay for
parking, and he put on his dentures before writing me a receipt. Sometimes, he
forgot, and those dentures sat there on the table, giggling at me as he wrote
my receipt. It used to freak me out. This memory alone is enough to yank me off
my bed and make me go brush my teeth.
sunshine
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