Thomases

This morning, I met up with Dwighters at what he described as "the courtyard on Dartmouth."  Having walked down Dartmouth Street a hundred times, I knew that there was no courtyard there.  Just a few paltry trees outside the mall where people sat and milled around as they waited for rides.  However, considering that Dwighters would be attending graduate school at Harvard this fall, I took him at his word and believed that maybe, just maybe, a new courtyard had sprouted on Dartmouth since I moved away 2 years ago.

That was not the case.  I found Dwighters sitting by a lonely little tree, sans bench, sans flowers, and right by the busy street. 

Moi: This is not a courtyard.

Dwighters: (motions to sign next to him)

(sign reads "Dartmouth Courtyard")

Moi: This felt like a set up.

Courtyard designations was the only thing we cast doubt on this morning.  There were lots of things to be skeptical of.

(later, leaving breakfast)

Moi: There was a long line for the bathroom.  This dude came out and apologized, he said, "I'm sorry I took so long in there.  I had an emergency-

Dwighters: I don't want to know-

Moi: Exactly.  But he said, I had an emergency contact situation.  I was so relieved.  It was the best possible emergency to have in a bathroom.

Dwighters: Likely story.

Moi: But he had a solution bottle and everything.

Dwighters: You carry around a bottle and suddenly everyone's gullible.