Standing on Clark Street. Kate, Mitchell, myself, the baby carriage. Cell phone camera conversation.<\/p>\n
Kate: “I don’t have a camera on my cell phone.”<\/p>\n
Me: “You probably do. You just don’t know that you do.”<\/p>\n
It came out SO much bitchier than I meant it. It came out in the snottiest tone imaginable, like I was snickering with condescending patience at Kate’s stupidity. Patient condescending smile. Gentle indulgent expression. “You probably do, Kate, you just don’t know<\/i> that you do.”<\/p>\n
Kate looked at me, and exclaimed, in protest, “SHEILA!” and then we all just started howling with laughter. And then I took a picture of Kate’s laughing face with my camera-phone.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Standing on Clark Street. Kate, Mitchell, myself, the baby carriage. Cell phone camera conversation. Kate: “I don’t have a camera on my cell phone.” Me: “You probably do. You just don’t know that you do.” It came out SO much … Continue reading