I was running late for work and only making it worse by choosing just then to stop on campus and deposit a check into my bank account.
Normally, with a particular class routine, you know when you’ll be on campus and you eventually become accustomed to seeing the same people each day at the same times. This, however, was a timeframe during which I’m generally not on campus this quarter.
Walking to the university services building, I looked up from my feet and saw him, my ex-girlfriend’s boyfriend, walking in the opposite direction. I felt that, out of courteousness, I should flash a half-smile and give a nod. Make eye contact, or something. Before I knew what I was doing, though, I was taking the check I was on my way to deposit and my wallet out of my pocket and fiddling with them in my hands, looking down at them as if they were of some greater immediate importance.
I suppose I just don’t have the kind of nebulous fortitude it requires to look my failures in the eye and acknowledge they exist, rather than pretending to have something incredibly interesting inside my wallet.
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Cellphone. I always look at my cellphone.
Hahaaa! Good point. I think I probably reached for the check because that’s what I was on my way to do at the time. It was probably the first thing that came to mind, albeit unconsciously.