I could have finished "Cross" on Thursday at the laundromat but A) Evan brought a book and he didn't like it in the first 4 pages so he talked to me almost constantly and 2) Some cross eyed old man would not shut up about the freaking weather "It's barely raining outside. I'd never know there was a tornado warning!" and "It's really coming down now" and "Once I came here and some man was laying on the folding table asleep the whole time." and "Blah blah motherfreaking blah."
WHAT IS IT about me that makes people think that I am the person, out of all the other strangers, that they need to talk to???