Idiot Redux
June 30, 2008
Preceded by arbitrary conversation, in which I happen to mention going to grad school in Virginia, as I ring up groceries…
Him: So, what did you get your degree in? Or, did you not finish?
My Head: Presumptuous asshole.
Me: No, I finished a Master’s in Creative Writing.
Him: So, Sarah, what do you do with your life?
Me: Work in a grocery store.
Him: Well, what do you want to do with your life?
Me: Work in a grocery store.
Horribly uncomfortable silence.
Fin.
