Saturday, July 8, 2017

in and out

8:30 pm Friday.

I'm about to hang up when my son says, "Oh, I'm coming home tomorrow. But I probably won't see you.  I mean, you're working, right?"

Yup, I'm working. My son doesn't have to feel guilty about not seeing me, not that he would. And not that I'd try and make him feel guilty. He should want to see his friends more than his mother.  I think I'd feel worse if he came home JUST to see me. But I do miss spending time with him.

So today I'm at work when Alexander calls.  "Where are you?" I ask.

"At home."

"What do you think of the paint job? Pretty nice, don't you think?"

"I'm just walking in now. I'm not in the apartment yet. Where are you at work?"

"In the cafeteria having lunch." 

"You mean the food court?"

"Ya, of course, the food court."  As if Saks has a food court and not just a very ordinary employee cafeteria.

"What section of the food court?

"The sushi section," I add playing along. But now I'm getting suspicious.

"Are you in the apartment yet?"  I ask.

"No, I'm actually with the Canadian Geese."

Aha. Now I know where he really is. On the ninth floor of Saks, same as the employee cafeteria AND the winter coats, including Canada Goose.

I walk out of the cafeteria and see my son. Such an unexpected  surprise. We spend about 15 minutes catching up.

I get home from work, see him for another 30 minutes, and then he's gone.

Quick, but still more time than I thought I'd get.




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