And the Award Goes to Me

My Oscar-worthy performance tonight in the bakery aisle at the Wegmans trying to look confused enough so the smokeshow I found in front of the chocolate almond croissants would offer to help me & then we’d go upstairs & do it reminded me of this somewhat-but-only-kinda-similar moment out of my debut novel WILLIAMSBURG RATS: A MANNY’S YOURR OF DUTY via my ol’ favorite class, My Grownup & Me:

Once inside the classroom, I was startled to see three other men with kids. I’d never seen one other guy in class before, much less three. I quickly determined that they’d just lost their jobs, meaning here were three more dudes I’d have to compete against for a job when my Manny tour of duty soon ended. Great. Perfect timing. I’d be going up against their Wall Street-packed résumés by having the goddam Cookie Monster as a reference. And of course along with silent nods of acknowledgement they each gave me the "so, you too, huh?" look, as if I too was a victim of corporate downsizing and in their little country club. I didn’t even bother giving them the "this is my two-hundred and fourteenth straight class - if the teacher gets assassinated in the middle of arts and crafts, guess who takes over?" look.