–And Put Away Wet

February 9, 2009 at 8:19 PM | Posted in Riding In Cars With Pizza | Leave a comment
  The sweet young girl who works at the gas station next door stopped by to pick up some food.  Idly making conversation, she asks, "How’s it going?"
  Perhaps it was another one of those moments where the question struck me in a way it had never struck me before.  Or perhaps it was the look on her face:  so young, so fresh and innocent, so full of wonder and hope–and not yet knowing the pain and heartbreak that the world had in store for her–that I wanted to crush.
  Perhaps I’m just projecting, and the road-weariness is all on me.  Nonetheless, when asked a question in a certain way, it unlocks a magical key and I will tell you the truth.
  "How’s it going?"
  "Well, I’m 43 years old, working a second job in a pizza place.  How do think it’s going?"

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