beware of banker

i took a walk yesterday afternoon and ran into a German banker whose acquaintance i made a little more than a week ago. she is perhaps 45, blond (of course), and rather fetching. she was born in Romania, studied French as a child, and moved to this country four years ago when she married an American.

the ring is still on her finger.

she told me that she was looking for some excitement, something to do, and that perhaps she would take in a show at a local theater where i work from time to time. i told her not to, that the shows they brought were crap, and that instead she should check out a more adventurous company who presents international acts in Miami. but this is beside the point.

the point is that it never even occurred to me that this woman was making a pass at me until it was too late, and i realized that i had watched my very own Mrs. Robinson come and go on a Wednesday afternoon just east of the railroad tracks.

dejected, i took solace in teaching sound editing vis-à-vis the opening scene of Fear and Loathing to my film sections; it is never too soon to expose impressionable young minds to the dangers of giant bats and raw ether...