T-shirts and strangers
To celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary, Kim and I took a day trip to Carmel. I had never been, and I don’t know that I have any desire to go back—the town seemed lifeless to me. A place without unique character.
With the exception of this guy, that is.
I don’t know his name. But Kim and walked past him sitting on a planter box wall. We both noticed his shirt, and laughed. So Kim went back and asked if she could take his picture.
We’re pretty sure he said “Yes,” but it’s hard to be certain, as English was not his first language. I’m not sure if that makes the shirt less or more entertaining.
Texting with strangers
So, Monday I was on my way to lunch with others from my office, and my phone buzzed. Upon reading the first text message, I wasn’t sure if I was the victim of a joke—I was, however, confident that I did not have a son. At least, not one old enough to know how to use an iPhone.
I’ve named said “son” Illegitimate Bill, and have included the conversation below. It took me a while, but I finally convinced Bill that he didn’t really know me, and that I would not be seeing him at the gym.
I sure hope he finds his father…
