Miss Anonymous

I went into work at 8 a.m., bleary-eyed and certainly not ready to be Miss Perky behind the cash register. Marti was awake enough, as was Amanda, despite that she was apparently hung over from the Block Party the night before. Amanda and I had nothing better to do, so we talked to pass the terribly slow hours between 8 and 10. I kept staring at the clock as I usually do, which doesn't help much at all.

Eventually, a customer showed up with a copy of today's Telegraph. I smiled at the paper, because my pit bull article was on the front. Amanda saw me smiling and said, "I wanna read that pit bull article too." I didn't say anything; I just looked away and nodded.

Later Marti was asking me how I spell my last name. "It's not Gronick, is it? Patti always spells it wrong. Your name is Groneck, right?"

About twenty minutes later, Marti was helping me back a guy's groceries and his copy of the Telegraph. "Did you see that little boy got bit by a pit bull yesterday?" she said. "Now they have this article about it. Boy, those dogs send chills down my spine."

I definitely wanted to laugh. I would tell both of them--and all the customers who come through the lanes, for that matter--that I wrote the articles, but I don't want to seem pretentious or pompous. So, I remain anonymous. At least until someone who knows my last name looks through the headline and says, "Wait a second...I know her..."

Also, I finished Bridget Jones's Diary today. I loved that book. While I read this book, it suddenly occured to me--as it has on numerous occasions this summer--that I chose the wrong major at college. I don't like reading fiction that isn't understandable. It just doesn't intrigue me. So, I turn to novels (er, chick lit) like Bridget Jones's Diary or Virgin Suicides for sustenance during the summertime, a break between the sleepy novels that I read during the school year. Not that I don't enjoy some of them. Just that most of them are boring.

Now I'm going to go play tennis with my sisters. Hopefully I don't kill either of them with my tremendous backhanded swing. Heh.