Someone left a plastic bag full of several empty Chinese food containers and some dirty napkins outside of my apartment this morning. You must understand: I live down a side hallway, out of the way, so someone had to wander down there with it, almost actively seek it out. This kind of thing never, ever happens, and thus this small act felt remarkably potent, like it possibly had the power to ruin my day. I found the garbage on my way out the door, and then had to throw it away myself, which grossed me out even further, touching someone else’s garbage, and then I got on my bike to go to the cafe and put on my headphones and was listening to Pandora (lately I have been putting the fate of my morning bike ride in Pandora’s hands and it has not disappointed me), and a live version of GBV’s “Glad Girls” came on and at one point Bob Pollard said (drunkenly, naturally), “Thank you Austin,” and then he paused and there were more guitars and perhaps there was some consideration on his part, a brief analysis of what he had just said, until finally he added, “A great place to live,” and it cracked me up so hard I lost all the hate I had for that random Chinese food garbage person and the day was saved, once again, rock and roll saves the day.
Have a lovely weekend.
