"Maybe it's because of the Dali Lama." Kate said. "You know, he's in town."
"Wanna know how I know that? Get a load of this..."
Kate turned around. And the man said, "The Dali Lama is in town."
Not knowing what else to say, Kate responded, "Cool!"
"He's in Santa Clara, if you can believe it."
Kate paused. "Neat." After a brief silence, she said, "Okay, well... bye!"
As a result of this odd exchange, Kate is now offering to anyone stuck in traffic that it might be the Dali Lama. His Holiness is in town.
I found this story so funny, such a weird 3-minute moment in the life of Cousin Kate, that it got me through the more upsetting, senior citizen-sex parts of "Gloria."
In other news, we went to the Jelly Belly Factory for Tourist Trapped and thought it was delightfully dumpy. A very sweet reporter from a newspaper out there phoned me today, asking why I called Fairfield "the middle of nowhere" and implied he might do a STORY ON IT, as well as my reference to Ronald Reagan as "childlike." So there's that!
And also, I hope you're checking out Slow News Day regularly. I've been posting daily over there and while I'm worried I'll get in trouble (outside of Fairfield, where I am already in trouble), I like to think we're staying just this side of offensive. It's fun to write! I hope it's fun to read.