It's so grim and comfortably rainy today. When I was driving in to work I was very tempted to pull into Border's instead, spend hours browsing for books, then spend the rest of the day in the coffee shop. Instead I am at work explaining things to people that I think shouldn't have to be explained and eating peach yogurt that's a fairly unpleasant and unnatural color.
Last night at the restaurant, our city councilman came in with his son, who must be about 6. The boy had a proportionately sized guitar. He asked if he could get on stage and we let him. Suddenly he become shy and ran back to his parents. Later he was walking through the restaurant, putting his guitar strap over his shoulder as he walked, looking like the world's littlest troubadour. He played for me before they left which consisted of him hanging the guitar over his shoulder, strumming it once and then "tuning" it with a look of firm concentration, repeated a couple times. His dad told me that though he couldn't yet play, it was okay because he knew exactly how he was supposed to look (the stance, the "tuning" and all). It was perhaps one of the cutest things I've ever seen. As the family was leaving, the band for the night was coming in and they were trading stories about the little troubadour all night.
I went over to buy a pack of smokes before work last and there was a new guy at the convenience store. All the guys there are Persian, seem to come in, work everyday for a about 4 months and then completely disappear. The guy last night is the 4th one I've seen working there in about 9 months. He is the 3rd one to propose to me. He's distinguished himself by doing it the very first time he saw me. I declined and commented that all the guys working there seem to want to marry me. He proclaimed the rest of them losers and suggested I should give some serious thought to his proposal. I came back a relayed the story to my coworkers. Boss Daddy laughed and then launched into a rant about how he can't believe how much shit women put up with. I love him.