Ollady said:
Quote:Any way, it is nice to be welcomed, and I am sorry you have to work so much. I hope it nets you lots of spending money.
I don't mind working- I'd actually work at this job even if I didn't get paid...I like it- I like it ALOT- and it's a good thing I do because I work my butt off and I get paid even less than a public school teacher...but I knew the drill when I signed up for the gig - so que sera sera.
Lunching with Justin (cont.)
Slowing our pace to give our eyes time to adjust to the dimness of the shop, we continued talking. As he held my arm and pointed to a step down, Justin said, "Well you may not be sure that we're connecting, but I most assuredly am. In fact, I'd like to connect further," he said, guiding me toward the back wall of the shop which was lined floor to ceiling with books.
"Because not to belabor the point, but I found your comments about the Bill Clinton/Monica Lewinsky affair not only interesting, but somewhat surprising. It sounds to me as if you condone his behavior, and you being a woman, and one who has been married, I find that quite an intriguing response." He paused to catch his breath, " Don't you believe, as every other woman in the world seemed to feel compelled to announce at the time, that he behaved little better than the proverbial male dog in that situation, by humiliating his wife in front of the whole world?"
We had reached the back of the shop and turned to face each other as I
answered, "Well sure...yes, definitely, his behavior was not exemplary, but whose is? And I never understood how any of the whole sad affair could possibly be any of my business. But since it was thrust upon the American public..."- he winced at the implied pun, as I smiled and continued, " I was only stating what I believe, that with the pressures of his job and the reality of what would appear to be certain of Hillary's more obviously apparent and somewhat forbidding personality characteristics, I can understand how an associated personality, and certainly one as seemingly jovial as Bill Clinton's, would feel compelled to look for lighter moments elsewhere. I mean, it's not exactly as if Monica Lewinsky had usurped duties that you can imagine Hillary performing."
He laughed out loud. "Yes, I guess that's true. One can't really imagine her assuming that particular position..."
I interrupted, "Although she is such a competent and capable woman that there's no reason to believe that she would not be so in every single one of her endeavors, if you get my drift..." I was delighted to see that again, he seemed at a loss for words. So I took the opportunity to insert a thought that had been occurring to me as we'd been speaking. "Have you noticed how we refer to Monica Lewinsky by both her Christian and surnames, while Hillary, though older, more mature and undoubtedly the more substantial personality, is more commonly referred to by simply her Christian name? Why do you think that is?"
He shook his head as if clearing it before answering vaguely while staring at me intently, "Yes, I have noticed that. I've also noticed that you, Miss Sunnybrook Farms are full of surprises."
"Yes, well, maybe you'll stop calling me that now," I answered.
"Oh was that what this was all about?" he asked smiling. I smiled back at him smugly, happy to have made my point. "You know, you could have just told me to stop being such an insufferably condescending prat."
"Why would I do that? It wouldn't have been half as much fun," I informed him.
"Lovely, and duly noted. But are you planning to vote for her?" he asked, changing the subject abruptly.
"No, I like her way too much to do that to her. In fact, I think the greater kindness would be to vote for someone else in an attempt to save her from her own ambition, because if she were to be elected, that would essentially ruin any chance for any future happiness she might possibly achieve in the rest of her life."
I was scanning the shelves as I spoke, "I don't see her as being head and shoulders above several of the other candidates- and the fact is she's just too divisive. The American people would be relentlessly cruel to her- they already are- and always have been. Think of how that would intensify were she to be the first woman elected President."
He raised his eyebrows, "So you will be her savior, by not giving her what she so desperately wants...interesting approach. If you are sure who you will
not vote for- have you decided who you
will vote for? He continued, "This, again, is something in which I'm extremely interested, as is the rest of the world- all of us waiting with baited breath to see what demigod the American public will choose to foist upon us next."
I could understand his concern, but unfortunately was unable to give him a definitive reply. I shrugged my shoulders apologetically, "Well, as far as my choice goes- you'll just have to keep waiting. I haven't decided yet, but I promise that I'll try to use my brain and common sense and make an enlightened choice," I answered as I pulled a book from the shelf. "I like this title, and the authors name: 'The Well of Loneliness', by Radclyffe Hall. Have you read it?"
He guffawed. "Have you really not heard of that book?" he seemed amazed.
I shook my head, affirming that I hadn't.
"It caused quite the scandal when it was published here in the UK."
"How so?" I asked as I leafed through the introduction and began scanning the first few pages.
"It's a rather infamous expose on lesbianism- and as it was written during the first half of the twentieth century- which as you know, was the whole "love that dares not speak its name" era, as I said, it caused quite an uproar at the time of its publication."
"Well, now I really am intrigued," I murmurred still reading. I looked up at him. He was smiling at me again. I smiled back, "Okay, listen- the protagonist is a female named Stephen. She's described as having broad shoulders and slim hips...fascinating stuff, how can I possibly pass this up?"
"And why should you have to?" he asked, laughing. "You go pay for your book and I'll meet you at the door. I'd rather enjoy the clerk's reaction to your purchase from afar, if you don't mind," he said chuckling to himself and heading down the aisle toward the front of the store.