A compelling connection narrated by eyes.
Sometimes this happens at work…
“Waylon [Jennings] really is the master of the one-liner. He got off a great one when he and I were recovering from bypass surgery together, which is a story in itself. It started when I went to visit him in the hospital. His doctor saw me and didn’t like the way I looked, so he sent me off to another room for heart function tests, and the next thing I knew, he was asking, ‘Who do I call to cancel your vacation?’ The following day I was in the operating room. The surgery was successful, though it’s not something I’d call a pleasant way to pass the time. I felt at least three-quarters dead in the few days after it, and Waylon said he felt the same. It definitely qualified as a close encounter with our mortality. Waylon was in my room with me when a nurse’s aide came in and started cleaning the place up. We stopped talking while she worked and watched her puffing and panting through her work, having a hard time of it because she was pretty seriously overweight. She finished up in just a couple of minutes and exited sweating. ‘Whew,’ said Waylon, weakly. ‘I’m sure glad she didn’t sing.’” - Johnny Cash
Went to meet up with some friends tonight and couldn’t find parking. Drove around for 30 minutes - just the right amount of time to change your mood. Decided to valet. After hanging, realized I didn’t have cash on me to pay the valet. Walked over to a grocery store to pick up something small to get cash at the checkout. Picked a random aisle consisting of cans, rice and ADAM SCOTT. As a huge fan of Party Down and Parks and Recreation, the words: “Love your work.” fell out of my mouth before I could make edits. He smiled shyly and replied: “Thanks!”
Looking back, I realized I should have said: Are we having fun yet?
Either way, to all the people who found parking spots tonight before me - thanks for the fun night in the city.
What a voice.