Who else would find me at just this moment? First he found me drunk, now he found me cleaning up poo from a barking pony who was about to go into attack mode.
Rachel CohnIt broke the spell. It's not that I stopped being happy. I was still inexplicably, utterly happy. But suddenly the happiness had implications.
Rachel CohnDumped doesn't even begin to describe it. If you're going to use a trash metaphor, incinerated is more like it.
Rachel CohnI figured being a bed salesman was a job of biblically bad paradox. I mean, here he was, forced to stand for eight or nine hours a day, and the whole time heโs surrounded by beds. And not only that, heโs surrounded by shoppers who see the beds and canโt help but think, Man, Iโd love to lie down on that bed for a second. So not only does he have to stop himself from lying down, but he has to stop everyone else from doing it, too. I knew if I were him, I would be desperate for human company.
Rachel Cohn