Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Just a moment

I had a moment recently. I had entered our office copy room to get my morning cup of coffee and all I could think of was the back room at Truckee River Bank when I was a kid. My brother and I would sit back there, supposedly doing our homework, after school until my mom was done for the day.

I remembered going behind the teller line to visit with my mom’s coworkers and wreaking havoc with long paperclip chains. I remembered those women coming in for a cup of coffee, stirring in white powder creamer. I remembered drawing on long reams of dot matrix paper and making more chains out of the tearaway sides.

I made my cup of coffee; poured in my milk and added my cube of sugar. And I thought: “Oh. Shit. I’m the adult.”

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