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azurelunatic) wrote2002-12-09 11:06 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-12-09 11:06 pm
Mr. Vacuum-Cleaner Salesman
Narcissa and I had a habit of building complex mandalas of snow, and declaring them snow houses. We built spiralling hallways, rooms, beds, kitchens, and other fun things. We would play together fairly peaceably throughout the long recess. She was in first grade, I was in third. One of our favorite places to build the snow house was at the long end of the dip on the playground, where few people walked except to cross the road to get to the ice rink or soccer field.
One day, there was a knock on the notional door of the snow house, and I went to answer it. It was a guy from my class, the one with the wacked sense of humor who was always the clown. (I later learned that his main role model was Kermit the Frog, which explained a few things.) "Hello", he said. "Would you like to buy a vacuum cleaner?"
"I'm sorry, we're not interested", I said, and shut the door on him.
Three years later, he and I did wind up dating. But that's another story.
One day, there was a knock on the notional door of the snow house, and I went to answer it. It was a guy from my class, the one with the wacked sense of humor who was always the clown. (I later learned that his main role model was Kermit the Frog, which explained a few things.) "Hello", he said. "Would you like to buy a vacuum cleaner?"
"I'm sorry, we're not interested", I said, and shut the door on him.
Three years later, he and I did wind up dating. But that's another story.