The phone kept ringing.
I had so much groceries in my bag I could barely lift them. You didn’t have as much but you did have quite a fair amount. We checked them out, got our colorful reciepts and brought them to the bar to pay. I didn’t have any cash like you did. I remember the time when you said you wanted to go to Seattle and low and behold there was a brochure sitting there saying “Seattle” in sparkly obnoxious letters. I pointed at it but you didn’t look. You refused to give into my pleadings and for that I hated you. You asked the bar tender if people called Seattle the south lake and he said -yes, the south lake of british columbia-. Satisfied you turned to me and said -we’ll go there, do some extreme rollerblading-. I thought you were kidding, I always think that. We went to Seattle and strapped on those rollerblades and went up and down those steep paved mountain trails like it was 1999. I was scared I’d fall but when you put your mind to it you don’t have to fall, you don’t. Then I saw you in pause, rewind, fastforward, slowmotion, pause, and then rewind again. I was a little scared.

Sunday I couldn’t hear, monday I ran half of a marathon and later couldn’t see, hear, or think, tuesday was my dizzy day. Catching up could be disgusting. Please remove me from your humble lists.