most fights begin and end with one punch. you’ve broken your hand and the other person is unconscious.
I was sitting in X’s car pretty sure I had just run it along one of those sandwich board signs, and at the same time that I’m wondering if I have to tell him about this or if it could just be another secret “incident” like the time I threw his girlfriend’s Tiffany necklace in the garbage at the carwash, I hear these sirens building in the background, and suddenly the bomb squad is wizzing past me, and I start to think that maybe today isn’t just a normal Friday at the dealership.
On my way back I get the requisite call from X telling me to hurry, and that he will be waiting on the street to be picked up. As I turn onto 2nd I see him standing almost in the middle of the road motioning me forward with enthusiastic spirit fingers. He has the new office manager with him. We still haven’t figured this girl out only that she seems to have gotten hired because she put an outfielder for the SF Giants as her personal reference. I assume she thought this would be impressive. I will tell you that she was right. X started her interview with the line, “Well I’m really more of Red Sox fan,” and the rest is history. They get into the car and he orders me to take a left on Market. You can’t take lefts onto Market. It’s illegal and dangerous and this is a 6 lane street. It’s the artery of downtown. It is not to be messed with. I say, “I can’t take a left here.” “Then get out of the car, and let me drive,” he shouts. We change seats and he takes his left. He’s going to see a potential office space as we are moving. He says he doesn’t like the place we looked at yesterday, because it doesn’t have good “elevator presence.”
I drop them off, or rather he drops himself off and office manager runs after him.
Later in the day X calls me into his office to tell me about “his plan.” I am to go to Sees candy and get a large box of chocolates. I am to then dispose of the chocolates and fill the box with dirt, which I will get from a dog park. Finally, I am to slip a deposition notice into it and serve it on a man who I can only assume is part of the opposing party of one of our cases. I can tell by the way he explains this plan that he thinks this is one of his ‘really good ideas’. And to tell the truth it’s not half bad. That’s one of the things I like about X. He finds time to enjoy the small things.
Later I’m emailing Josie about a dream I had the night before. I was in a park and a real good-looking guy starts talking to me, and I learn somehow that he is a drug addict and I ask, “So, how do you shoot heroin?” He responds by stabbing me in the hand with his needle, and then trying to follow me back to my car. Josie interprets this dream as meaning that I need to be more careful in my evaluation of the character of the men I get involved with. I can’t help but to think she might be on to something.