My girlfriend is looking for a book about marriage, and we find it in the bookstore’s relationship section. It’s nestled amongst several other titles that make us uncomfortable to be seen browsing:
Me: I Hate You, Don’t Leave Me!
L: The Stop Walking on Eggshells Workbook: Practical Strategies for Living With Someone Who Has Borderline Personality Disorder.
Me: How awesome would it be to buy Why Men Don’t Listen for the plane ride, and then just bust it out after we’ve buckled up?
L: That’s perfect. He looks over and you’re reading The Angry Heart and, like, wiping a single tear from your cheek.
Me: It’s almost worth the twenty bucks just to see the look on his face.
Later, in a Barnes and Noble in Delaware, I hone in on the perfect shock-inducing travel reading in the wedding section, There Goes the Bride: Making up your mind, calling it off, and moving on. I find this endlessly amusing. Bryan does not concur.
Mighty Girl 