June 7, 2007
My fictitious 100 Words piece has begun to come true. Some of it is usual, but there’s more. Coincidentally, we just got invited to a party and yes, I don’t really want to go or to stay long because I’m introverted. “Out of shrimp,” I thought, “Actually, restaurants - take-out or otherwise - don’t run out of shrimp,” though that’s irrelevant to the piece. Then I had lunch at the food court at the Mall (I rarely do that) and there was an extra charge for shrimp which I’d have considered except that there were no shrimp dishes to be found.