Today I carried one pair of jeans, and two pairs of slacks to work. The slacks were to be deposited in the dry cleaning bag designated with my name. The slacks I was wearing were a little too long, so I was going to take them to the haberdasher after work to have them altered. I had brought the jeans to change into for the ride home. Though getting out of my car without any pants on does, now, strike me as humorous.
I carried all of this in a duffel bag, with the strap across my chest, my right arm resting on top, close to the Nike swoosh, my left arm swinging freely. I watched cars go by, a black man said Morning, and I agreed.
I caught my left hand making gestures that went along with the conversations I was rehearsing in my head, and I wondered, if anyone driving by had seen me doing that. The building in which I work, loomed closer and closer, with every step, and I was careful to breathe through my nose.
On a similar day I thought about the prayer that Franny tries to master in Franny and Zooey, but not today.
I was hoping someone would see my bag, out of place on someone dressed as I, and say, Hey. What's with the bag?
Because I was going to reply, My wallet was just too small.
I thought that would have been really funny.
But no one asked.
Which makes me think no one will ask about the katana, either.
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