Today's weekly post from Piper's Diary of an Author included this entry:
24 Feb 2025:
Earlier today I felt very literary while walking down the street. I was wearing my brown-green wool coat with a brown-green turtleneck jumper, tastefully paired with a pair of brown-green corduroy trousers. I was having a particularly good literary hair day, which was emphasised by the light breeze in the air. Through my noise-cancelling headphones I was listening to the second movement of Shostakovich's tenth symphony, which put in my step a subtle writerly spring. In short, I was the very vision of a Serious Literary Author. It came as no surprise, then, that passers-by kept glancing at me and smiling, and, in some cases, even pointing. Eventually one woman tried to say something to me, so I removed my headphones to hear her telling me that my torch was shining. I thought this was a delightful metaphor for how literary I was looking, and I bowed gracefully and thanked her. It was only when multiple people used the same metaphor over the next thirty minutes that I began to suspect something might be amiss. Eventually I looked down and noticed a bright beam shining through my trouser pocket beside my crotch. My phone torch was on. As I tried to retrieve it from my pocket, I walked into a lamppost.
Since I’ve been known to tuck my iPhone in my bra and have had people inform me that my ‘boob is glowing,’ I can relate. As for walking into lampposts (or other large, innocent objects), that was more of a youthful habit—back when I insisted on reading while walking alone.
Hope you found something to laugh about today.
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