So there we are at the toy store when I spot my friend Sandra. Even though we live mere blocks from one another, I have not seen her nor spoken to her since the end of school three months ago. “How goes the job hunt, MOV?” she chirps.
Wait—how do you know about that? I was (am) happily employed by the high-end kitchen store the last time I saw you at a mutual friend’s backyard barbeque in June, a new job was not even on my radar. I start to flip through my mental Rolodex to find people we know in common, people that might be gossipy enough to announce to Sandra my plans to find a new job during school hours. Would Sammi tell her? Why would she care? How about Jessica? Who have I told? Laura? Wendy? Who could I have possibly told?
Oh wait … blog about interview, come back and read later
Sandra must have read my blog.
It is a strange strange world where strangers know your innermost thoughts and feeling that you have recorded for all posterity in a daily diary in cyberspace … it is even stranger when it is not a stranger, but a friend. Sandra knows about my job hunt! She must know I picked up the wrong cake for Short’s birthday! She must know about my special needs passenger from my flight attendant days, the one I forced to walk into low-hanging TV screens repeatedly! That I think I can speak Spanish! That Short thinks he’s adopted! That Tall thinks he’s a pro-soccer player! That we painted our last kitchen neon blue! That I forced Oakley’s ex-boyfriend to buy her jellybeans even though they make her sick!
Sandra knows everything!
We chat for a minute about the weather, about school starting up, about fading tans and reduced pool hours. She turns to leave, and I call out,
“I’m so sorry about your leg injury during your vacation and how you can’t compete now in the marathon!”
I read Sandra’s blog, too: click here to be magically transported to her funny blog