Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:20 a.m.
doesn’t usually feel his age, but his fingers seem stiff and heavy as he types
the text message: “See you soon.” When did his hands get so wrinkled?
of his coworkers, Samantha, is teaching him how to text. They send messages
back and forth all day, and even at night sometimes. At first had trouble with
it. The autocorrect infuriated him, and he could never remember how to find the
punctuation marks or the numbers. But Samantha was always patient with him, and
it paid off. He’s a lot better now. Faster, too.
not like other women her age, in Samson’s opinion. She’s twenty-something, but
she doesn’t write any of those obnoxious abbreviated texts with acronyms that
Samson can’t understand. She believes in grammar, she believes in syntax, she
believes in punctuation. At the office, Samantha always smiles at him and says
hello. They talk about their lives. Samantha tells him about her boyfriend and
her dog and their new apartment. Samson tells her about his wife and what his
kids are learning at school. More about the kids, obviously.
thinks he might be in love with Samantha, but that’s okay. At his age, he’s
learned to be content with what he has. He has a wife, and kids, and a home,
and now he has text messages from Samantha. He never deletes them.
I watched Lost in Translation last night with my roommate, and I think that inspired this story a lot. I also went to see Moonrise Kingdom last night with my friend Felipe. It was wonderful! Such a sweet story, and a perfect Summer movie. Wes Anderson's films are always good. I highly recommend it.
Our couchsurfers from San Francisco arrived last night! And you know what that means. Weekend adventures await...