Holy Romans, Batman!
I haven’t worn a night gown in ages, is the line. And it’s true, you know, very true. In fact, I haven’t worn a nightgown for as long as I can remember. But that does not matter, for this is one of the days when spelling Tuesday correctly (or not) doesn’t matter a jot.
Writing that last line makes me wonder if there are ever any days when spelling Tuesday really matters. I suppose if you draft contracts or write best-selling books it might matter, but how many of us actually do that, hm? Not many, I’m guessing. I wouldn’t mind writing a best selling book, but knowing my luck, I’m probably going to end up drafting snooze-inducing contracts. You know, it might be fun to actually write a book for children in the middle of a long and very complex contract. I mean, does anyone actually ever read those things? Unless of course it comes up for litigation, in which case the judge is going to have a ball. Ah, the thought is a funny one, is it not?
Of course, the two lawyers will probably die of apoplexy, but hey, there are too many lawyers in the world in any case.
Last evening, I was all zombied out, and riding home on my bike. I came to a red light, and while I was waiting there, I noticed an old man limp to the guy in front of me. Now, the old man, he was decently dressed, not like a beggar or someone down on his luck. The old man touched the guy on his arm and seemed to ask for something. And that guy brushed him off. So he hobbled up to me, and in polite Kannada said something to me. He saw my baffled expression and switched to English. Very politely, he says “Sir, I need eight rupees for the bus”. Normally, I would not give money, but he just seemed real, you know, not like a con-man. Yeah yeah, I know, he probably was a conman, but what the heck, it was just ten bucks (What, you expected me to ask for change??)
In any case, since this followed a rather nice weekend, I say that life is fun. Not as much fun as Roman Holiday, but fun nonetheless.
