A Question of Etiquette
A small, elderly Japanese lady showed up on my doorstep Sunday afternoon, wanting to discuss the Bible and the possible coming of the End Times. Normally I don’t mind; I have a running joke that I would probably have become a priest if my parents hadn’t insisted on taking me to church. This is another post, for another day (or another month, at the rate I’ve been neglecting this site), but really all you need to know for this story is that I’m a little better at theological gymnastics than most door-to-door evangelists expect. When I’m in the mood for an argument, it can be a lot of fun.
Unfortunately, this Sunday, I was not in the mood for an argument. Fanime is coming up and I am trying (again) to make progress on First and Last and Always, my long-in-coming Tybalt story. Sunday was the first really good chance I’ve had in almost a month to work on it, and this small, elderly Japanese lady was interrupting my efforts to write, well, gay magical catboy sex. I kept trying (and failing) to put sentences together in the back of my mind, and trying to keep the two thought-streams separate was… difficult, to say the least.
There didn’t seem to be a polite way to explain this to her. Does anyone out there have suggestions?
Amy Vanderbilt is curiously silent on this situation.
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