Thinking about last night. In the wine shop, the shop guy approaches us. “What are you looking for?” I tell him we are looking for “the meaning of life.” He looks shocked and directs us to the bottles of white. I pick the one labelled MAN.
As the shop guy rings us up, he hesitates then asks “You said you are looking for a meeting online?” He is completely serious. We laugh and tell him, no, no, the meaning of life!, but then my friend and I look at each other and say maybe both.
Then, as the glass door is slid open for us, we step out into the heat of the night and my friend says, “but we didn’t meet online,” and takes my hand. Or maybe they don’t. In any case, it is not so hot and we retreat to the impostor-apartment to sip wine on the impostor-terrace and make impostor-jokes that don’t always land.