Wednesday, March 16, 2011

But Then I'd Have to Kill You

The woman at the cafe mere steps from the office building in which I do my clandestine work had no idea what she was asking.

"So, what you doing around here today?"

"Talking about sex," I said.

"Ohhhhhh," she said. "Do tell."

"I'm talking with men about sex," I said.

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't really go into details," I said.

"That sounds juicy," she said, as she prepared my much-needed 3 p.m. cup of black coffee.

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"What are you doing in Oakland?" the father of Youngest's BFF asked as I swung by to grab the lad to bring him home.

Now, I could have gone into a bit more detail with him, but there was his precious 11-year-old daughter, ears perked, standing two feet away.

"Um, interviews," I said.

"Oh? What job are you trying to fill?" he asked, ever vigilant for a new opportunity.

"Um, not a job," I said. "I'm doing interviews about...certain behavior adults engage in."

"I see," he said, not really seeing but totally seeing.

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I am truly doing valuable work. I am. I just can't really prove it to you. But I am hopeful that it's work that matters. And while I could certainly talk in detail about what precisely I did for the San Francisco Chronicle, and I can't talk about what I'm doing nowadays, what I do today is as valuable, if not more so, than what I ever did at the Chronicle.

Or so I keep saying.

If only to myself.


That Uncomfortable Itch said...

If you believe it then it's totally true. That's all that really matters.

Jomama said...

Love the name of the first commenter on your non-discussion of certain adult behaviors. 'Nuff said!


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