One morning last week, I was reading my book and waiting for the bus to arrive. An old lady walks by and in passing says “must be a good book.” I looked up and smiled, but then thought “why would she say that?” It must be a good book because... I’m reading it so early in the morning? I’m reading it outside in the cold? Because I appear to have good taste in books, and therefore any book I deem readable must be good? No, she was probably saying it to have something to say as she passed, but it seemed a weird thing to say.
This morning she passed me again, and guess what she said... “must be a good book.” Um, lady... don’t you remember saying that exact same thing, to the exact same person, at the exact same location, at the exact same time only a few days earlier? And you know what? It makes even less sense the second time...
I agree with the lady.
It would've been hilarious if she said that right after the bus left you behind.
I wonder if you're stooped over your book like a crack addict (no offense to the crack addicts out there). But that might make her think it's "good"......or it could be the tears that are streaming down your face at the sad parts?
If you would allow me some "nerd" space here...
The matrix has you Jake! She walked past you twice saying the same thing... they changed something in the matrix! Get out!
And that concludes my lame/nerdy comment.