Can I get annoyed by a college girl in leggings and clunky boots (Brandeis? Bentley? Can college kids really afford to live in Lexington?) bragging to a friend about how she rocked her audition for The Vagina Monologuesat a volume level more appropriate for the stage
And when I wrench around with purpose to glare her into a more appropriate conversational tone for a public space, instead light upon the table between her and I,
Where sits a man of about 88, in trench coat and scally cap and thick glasses, coffee cup and Science Magazineon the table before him, head slightly bowed as he balances on his cane, either dozing despite the vaginal racket or completely unfazed.
She rents an apartment in a neighborhood of trendy condos.
Her bike is vintage Raleigh. Her car is from 1991.
The cat's litter box is next to her bed and she doesn't own a dresser.
She likes to make fun of herself.
Occasionally she runs marathons.
And yes, she has to wear glasses. Contacts are not an option.