posted Mon, 09 Jul 2007
Arriving at the outskirts of Clarksdale on Friday and driving around aimlessly for 15 minutes thereafter:
Me: So where is the restaurant?
SH: I thought you knew.
Me: Why would I know?
SH: Well, you’ve been here before.
Me: Yeah, four years ago!
SH: I remember how to get around places after I’ve been to them just once.
Me: [Yeah, but I wasn’t Phi Beta Kappa, OK?]
Me: Well, what’s the address of the restaurant?
SH: I don’t know – I thought you knew! I think it’s right by the museum.
Me: Last time I was here, we had a hard time finding the museum and that was with a map. OK, what’s the restaurant called?
SH: I don’t know.
Me: But you were looking at a map! I saw it on your computer screen before we left.
SH: Yeah – on how to get to get to town, not how to get to the restaurant or the museum. I thought you knew all that stuff.
Me: Why on earth would it ever occur to you that I would remember something like that? You know I don’t remember anything!
SH: Yeah – you’re right. I’m the rememberer.
Me: So should we ask someone?
SH: No way.
The end of the line
11 months ago