Not Cool Enough

She stopped mid-stride. “Wait, shouldn’t we be going the other way?”

“Oh. Right, let’s go.”

She hesitated.

“What?” I kept walking. “Are you afraid of looking stupid?”

“No…”

“Oh, right, I’m the one whose always afraid of looking stupid. You’re just afraid of…”

“–being stupid?”

“Something like that.”

We crossed a snow-laden 11th street.

She asked, “Did you get Alex Helga‘s email?”

“No. She didn’t send it to me.”

“But I forwarded it to you.”

“I got the other one you forwarded, but not that one.”

“Oh, well, at the bottom of the email she asked about our membership interview with the Farhis.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. She asked what we would do if they decided we’re ‘not what they were looking for.’”

I laughed, “That’s awesome: ‘I’m sorry, but you’re not cool enough to join our church.’”

“Yeah, like, ‘don’t you guys do anything artsy?’”

“–I know:

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‘Don’t you do anything creative?’
‘Well, Ken designs websites sometimes…’
‘Yeah, but only as a hobby–and even then, they suck!’”

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