Highland Park, Illinois — Undated
It is so gloomy. The sky is a deep solid gray. All light filters thru its gloom. We drive thru gray streets past gray strip malls until we find the one we’re looking for. We pull into the gray parking space and I walk into the gray building.
Inside, light bounces off the gray ceiling onto the light gray floors, which are darkened with dirt. There are aisles, but they seem to be ignored. Instead, colored boxes of all shapes and sizes are stacked willynilly.
I go to the checkout counter to return my gray box. Someone cuts in front of me. Then, when it is my turn, the guy looks at the box and goes to get the manager. The manager is busy. The phone rings. He answers it. He starts helping the guy on the phone with some tech support. He wisely decides to hand it off to someone else. He puts the call on hold on one phone, then goes to an identical phone to page the tech. Then a cordless phone rings.
Eventually he accepts my gray box and I head back out into my gray world. It is so gloomy here.
You know you’re lonely when… you start putting mirrors up just so you’ll have someone to talk to.
posted February 13, 2005 10:26 PM (Education) (5 comments) #