I'm trying to be nicer, so I don't want to lead off by saying how I went to this hipster bar with the fancy details like an indoor rippling waterfall and pool and mirror in the bathroom that looks out one way over the bar, and the main thing I took away from the experience was a conversation with a woman who recited her inane poetry to me. I mean, I'm sure she's nice and she told me she was having success. And I don't even know her. I was just there for a birthday party. I had brought a book of poetry as a gift, and really it wasn't even poems in the book, it was mostly prose. But somehow that cued her to announce she was a poet and start in with a long, rhyming thing. She told me she wrote it when she was 18 and then she recited more, worse poems she wrote from when she was 14. It was painful.

Then I met another guy who said he almost ran me over the other day but didn't because I'm a nice guy. I think he had me confused with someone else, because the guy he saw had a kid. Even though my sister came to town with a kid, and I did walk around a bit, I don't think I walked anywhere with the baby, and I'm not sure how he would have known who I was, not to run me over.

Then we had a chat about Midnight Run, the movie, only it turned out there was confusion and he was talking about Midnight Express. Which is a very different movie. But just illustrates how life is confusing and no one really understands what other people are trying to say, most of the time.

 

Then I decided it was time to give the car a human name.