Last night, Lowell and I were at the pub for dinner—cheeseburgers at the bar!—and in the Ladies a woman I’d never spoken to before stopped me as I was going into a stall and said, “Oh my god, that’s my high-school boyfriend out there talking to my husband.”
She was maybe early 30s, very congenial, and not the type to usually snag a female-friend facsimile in the Ladies (read: not drunk!). It was just that he was *THE BOYFRIEND*—I think she even said this, with quotes around it for emphasis—and she hadn’t seen him in a long time. So we chatted, then she took a deep breath and went back out. And then I went back out, and she and I didn’t make eye contact while I put on my coat, and I tried to not steal any looks at The Boyfriend. Which was extremely hard not to do. (I hope he was wearing a leather jacket and smoking a Camel, though.)
And scene! I don’t know why I love this so much except that I hope someday we are all very old and still having drama in the Ladies bathroom.
"Surprisingly enough, the novel is entertaining, although the plot consists just of one fantastical and bizarre incident after another, without any of the suspense or character development normally considered necessary for a good novel. The tone, which is slyly humorous and ironic, rescues the book from the boredom brought on by a mere catalog of incidents. My favorite part is when dwarfs are pinched to death."
The last sentence. I really love Gothic novel synopsis.