I’m sifting through the handbags in my favorite Mission thrift store, when the man next to me taps my shoulder. He’s attractive, well-dressed, late forties.
Him: Excuse me, can I ask your advice?
(He holds up a feminine red blazer and two purses.)
Him: Which of these purses goes better with this blazer?
Me: Well, the left one won’t work because the reds don’t match, and the one on the right is a little crazy. Is the woman artistic?
Him: I sure am.
Me: So, you’re the woman.
Me: Then it’s perfect. Have a fun weekend.
This morning I noticed a smoldering cigarette in the street. As most of the western United States is on fire right now, I walked a few steps over and crushed it with my toe. Then I realized how silly the impulse was. It’s not as if the asphalt were about to ignite. For a moment, it made me a little sad to live in a place where nothing burns.
MASTER OF MY DOMAIN
I’m way too excited about this. Two days ago, I successfully registered mightygirl.org and mightygirl.com. Triumviratacious. Troikarama.