Backstory: Occasionally greyhound rescue groups will temporarily place dogs from off the track in “foster homes” so they can figure out what it’s like to live in a house before they send them off to families.
Real story: Some lady that I don’t even know from church contacted my family because she found out from someone who found out from someone else or something that we had lived here a long time. She’s a grad student at a pretty massive university (33,000 students, 3,000-ish faculty) nearby and they were trying to chart accents. So I volunteered. I never met the professor she was working under but said professor was the one who was going to conduct the interview.
Yesterday she comes to the door. She immediately notices Selma and gets all excited, saying that she has two greyhounds at home. That kind of information is weird on its own because I haven’t met anyone on the street yet (luv ya, internet!) who has one.
THEN she mentions she also fosters them, and I swear it hit me. She looked familiar. SHE LOOKED FAMILIAR BECAUSE SHE WAS SELMA’S FOSTER MOM BEFORE I GOT HER.
I swear, we talked about it for like an hour. It was the weirdest thing ever. There was no possible way for our paths to cross and then BAM.
that I swear they need to throw up an engraved placard at my tiny table near the window between the E.A. Poe biography aisle and the ice hockey aisle. It would be like how they do at bars except about 5,014 times nerdier.
Or I could just take it upon myself, wield my trusty black pen and go to town. Somehow though I don’t think that would be very fancy of me.
that the Powers that Be will throw up a placard with my name on it at this tiny table near the window and between the E.A. Poe aisle and the ice hockey aisle. It’ll be like at a bar only 4,014 times nerdier.
Or I could just take it upon myself, wield my trusty black pen and write it myself, but I suspect I’m a little too fancy for that.
that they throw up an engraved placard at this tiny table by the window and between the Edgar Allan Poe row and the ice hockey row that’s got my name on it. Kind of like at a bar but only like 5,096 times more nerdy.
Or I could just take it upon myself to take my pen and do it myself, but I think I need to be fancier than that.