A complete stranger sees me through the coffee shop’s window, enters, trudges over to my table and speaks, fairly loudly, even before I can acknowledge his intrusive, uninvited presence.
“What’s up with you guys that can’t go anywhere without your little computer open in front of you, clicking away on them keys and not talking to each other?”
“It’s what I do,” I say without looking up for more than a second. “It’s how I keep my vocabulary from becoming oafish and moribund.”
His slackened jaw becomes even more pronouncedly slackened. “Huh?”
“Thanks for stopping by,” I tell him. “Have a sparkling day.”
Call Me Cate needs no explanation. Visit her at: SHOW MY FACE.