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Nutshell Kingdom: A Little Attention Please...?
2005
I am dropping my umbrella intentionally, you fool! Can you really believe that I am soooo clumsy as to have fumbled my bumbershoot eight days in a row, coincidentally just when you happen by? Are you blind or stupid or would you just not pee on me if my heart were on fire? It's a clear signal, the umbrella...? Not to mention my grovelling 'O sorry, excuse me, errm, my umbrella,' whilst you continue on your merry way, plotting your route three blocks in advance, apparantly, or consumed, one might surmise, with some great passion... perhaps a photography exhibit, or an unemployed boyfriend whose days are so sodden by drink that you must now hurry home before he passes out or becomes belligerent...? How can a man dropping his umbrella eight days in a row (specifically when you pass) not garner a little attention? Moron. Next time, grrr, there may be a poking instead. Or perhaps a sunny day...? A little cloud cover, nothing more...? We can put this bad weather behind us for good, share horoscopes from the newspaper...? I can finally tell you how I prefer your hair down, rather than that business-y upsweep. You can laugh embarrassedly at your absentmindedness re: my umbrella. Please, don't you sense?... you're pushing me into that black corner, the one where I blurt out about all those nights in a row where my phone didn't ring; all those three-minute intervals at work where there was a 0 in my inbox. Note to self: tomorrow buy a bigger 'brella- longer, crooked end (cane-style), red, bright.
