austin_dern (austin_dern) wrote,
austin_dern
austin_dern

When she's ten feet tall

I was at the mall, in the video store, looking over DVDs that I won't buy because I have enough things draining my poor savings as it is, and besides I won't get to watch them anyway because the TV is busy showing Dad Every Boring Home-Repair And Cooking Show Ever Made, Often With Bob Vila Or Jacques Pépin. Given those conditions it's as easy to borrow DVDs from the library, so that I'll only have three days in which to not see them. While I was looking over things, one of the store clerks came up and asked if I needed help finding anything. I started to say no, thanks, I was just looking around. He just kept walking on past, though, and was well beyond me before I finished saying that I was just looking around.

It's probably not unlikely that he recognized me, since everybody in the world has an easier time recognizing me than I have recognizing anyone in the world, and may well have remembered that I'll decline help from sales clerks reflexively. Even if I do need help the impulse to deny asking for it is pretty strong. Still, I would have thought it was pro forma for the clerk to at stop or at least slow down his walking pace while asking me.

Not far off the comic book shop I've mentioned before they have the Take Your Pictures With The Easter Bunny kiosk for the month. There are a couple of scenes I'm sure to take from seeing that until such time as I forget them. One was of watching a little girl, approximately the size of a hardcover book, staring up, and up, and up at the tan-brown rabbit twelve times her size, with her mouth hanging open, and not daring to blink. She'll understand it better when she gets older. Getting pretty near understanding it all was this roughly six-year-old kid who I overheard telling his parents, ``He waved at me three times and didn't look at me once!'' I missed what advice his parents gave on understanding the mysterious ways of giant felt-covered rabbits, unfortunately.

Trivia: It's not now known who was the first Pony Express rider westbound for the first delivery, begun 3 April 1860, although John Frye and William Richardson appear to be the most likely candidates. Source: The Saga of the Pony Express, Joseph J Di Certo.

Currently Reading: A History of the Habsburg Empire, Robert A Kann. It's a fine history, but it's not the one I was hoping to find again; ages ago I ran across one with a lovely description of the last days of the Hapsburgs (however you want to spell it), including the picture of the last days as the Hapsburgs tried desperately to find anyone to recognize them. It included the story, admitting it to be almost certainly apocryphal but still delightful, of one local official calling up the head of a leading nationalist agency, telling them they were the national government now, and coming by later to drop off the state seal. Probably it didn't happen, but it's a great story anyway.

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