a little giggle

So this portion of Julie’s entry at a little pregnant made me laugh – okay well snort – this morning.

This morning as I was leaving the hospital’s parking garage I handed my ticket to the man in the booth, who leaned out of his window to speak to me face to face. “What would you say,” he asked, “if your ex-wife called you at 7:15 this morning to ask you to go out to dinner tomorrow night?”

“‘Call back at a decent hour’?” I suggested. (He looked a little frail, so I didn’t tack on the gratuitous “…you faithless whore” that immediately sprang to mind, for fear of giving him a stroke. Although we were right at the hospital…)

He doesn’t know why his ex-wife wants to see him. I asked him if he was going to go. “‘Course I am,” he said, as if the question were patently silly. “What’s she going to do to me that 100,000 North Vietnamese didn’t already try?”