Fingers and Toes and Whether to Expose
Eve and I went to the spa today for a manicure (her) and a pedicure (me). On the way there, I told her that at the bar on Tuesday we had been talking about how sometimes you think something that you quickly realize is really dumb, or realize when someone else is saying something that you had always been wrong about that thing, and the feeling of massive relief you get that you avoided saying the Wrong Thing out loud and looking like a dumbass. (One example of this that I can remember like it was yesterday was being at someone's house with a group of people that included a boy in my grade who was kind of a know-it-all, and we were always competing for the best grades. I can't remember what the game was, but it involved having to take a card and read whatever was on it, and he read the word 'anemones' the way it should be read (a-nem-oh-neez) and I, who had always read it as a-nem-moans, felt hot and cold with the realization that I could have drawn the card and said it...
