It was 7:00 am on a normal morning at the Kenwood, where I live on the 12th floor. Several of us on the elevator were silently thirsting for that first cup of fresh, hot coffee, when this newbie I had seen but not yet met got into the elevator and said, “You again.”
(i’m hard to miss in my fancy new wheelchair, especially in a filled elevator.) “Well, it’s time for morning coffee,” I said.
“I had a horse who did that,” he said.
Trying hard, but failing, to laugh discreetly. I choked, “It’s an unusual comparison.”
“Horses are smarter than people think.” he said.
“Good to know,” I said, zooming into the dining room with this wonderful morning pick-me-up. I still laugh every time I think of it.
Two takeaways: 1. I think he likes both horses and me. and 2. There is never a dull moment in this post-college dorm that is so clearly not a group home, as suggested by Mr. Snotty, who shall remain nameless.
- A takeaway on the takeaway is that I could not get rid of this indented 1., so I included it to make it appear less obvious. There must be a larger lesson there.