Being a big fan of cooler weather, I decided that I was going to head out and work on my NaNo draft at the plaza, busted arm or no. So I packed up senora Olivetti and we made haste to my usual spot, where I proceeded to hack my requisite 1667 words out one painful letter at a time. Mind, my left arm works perfectly well, and the right one is much better, but as you kids may well know, it takes a little bit of force, even on a Lettera 32.
So I’m plugging away when I see a shadow fall over the page, and I look up to see a cute 20-something girl looking down at me. Now keep in mind that I have a natural phobia of cute 20-something girls, so I was ready to grab my stuff and flee when she asked me if she could take my picture.
I was kind of floored, and somewhat resistant until she explained that she liked my typewriter and that Signora Olivetti and I made a nice couple. She wanted an action shot, so after she moved my drink and my phone, I bravely pecked away until she got the picture she wanted, at which point she thanked me and took her leave.
Strange times, I say. So, mark your calendars for today as the first day in the history of anything that a girl has asked to take my picture. At least, a girl who wasn’t related to me.
What’s that? Do I feel pretty? Why yes, yes I do!