unemployment is the new black
Yesterday on my way home from reading the want ads in a coffee shop on Haight I met Ben. Ben has piercing blue eyes and fluffy brown hair. Ben is a cat. He was sitting on the stoop in the sun, and as I have been pretty deprived of felines for the last few weeks, and since I had pretty much nowhere to go at 2 pm on a Thursday, I had stopped to pet him.
“Do you know Ben’s story?” The question belonged to a woman who had suddenly appeared at my elbow. At this point I had no idea who Ben was, and looked at her blankly. She was holding a fork in one hand and a metal sieve in the other. “Well, Ben,” she gestured to the cat, “was found in Mexico by a couple who lives in this building.” Ben did not have the look or the attitude of an animal that had ever been a stray, but she seemed to know what she was talking about. She went on to tell me where I could find a whole colony of feral cats in Buena Vista Park, “I mark my days by the cats I meet,” she explained. Perhaps this is not a bad way to pass the time. I’m starting to feel that unemployment is wildly underrated.