Wednesday, June 11, 2008
I was pleased to see that my friend Herb had not been consigned to an asylum, and had at least gone home to get his mail. I do not know why he brought his mail to our diner, but soon found out why he was smiling at it. It was his stimulus check. He then proceeded to say that he did not trust his wife with it, which brought to mind a disturbing thought: I do not recall ever hearing Herb say anything kind about his wife, or indeed, his entire family. I found this troublesome, to say the least, and it led me to think that perhaps I should abandon my hopes of courting Yolanda as I care deeply for her. Instead, I should find someone I hate so utterly that it is an attraction akin to the true, deep love that exists only in fairy tales. I shall have to find this person. It is a shame Herb is male, as were he female, he could certainly fit my criteria.