“You know what day it is?” “Tuesday?” “Thursday, actually. But no, the date.” “I don’t know the day of the week and you think I know the date?” “They’re not the same thing.” “I don’t know. It’s October, right?” “Right.” “So. Thursday in October.” “Think about it.” “I don’t know how to think about it.” “What day is it?” “You already asked me. I…
There’s a bakery around the corner where I often get doughnuts and sandwiches. It’s one of those family operations run by an Asian-American clan who have a stronger work ethic than any white Protestant I’ve ever known. They make a mean turkey sandwich on a croissant whose selling price can’t be beat. It’s a busy day, two people waiting at the register for their…