There I was, in Covington Chili, waiting on this college student. I have this friend who teaches a college writing class and sometimes he gives my name out to students who need to interview a writer. I am a writer but I’m not very good at explaining what I do. It makes me a little uncomfortable.
I looked at my watch. The student was 10 minutes late. I told the waitress I was waiting on somebody. I got a Diet Coke to drink. Come to think of it, it was a Diet Pepsi.
That new Whack Burger place is only a few doors away from Covington Chili. I guess I could have met up with the college student there, but I figured Covington Chili needs my business more. I mean it was the lunch hour and the place wasn’t busy at all.
I looked at my watch again. The student was now 15 minutes late. I know I can always get the time of day by looking at my cell phone, but I still wear a watch.
The waitress came back over and asked me if I still wanted to wait. Right around that time, the college student came in. She was a cute little girl—blonde hair, blue eyes, all that. She had a small tape recorder with her.
I ordered a cheeseburger with fries. She got a club sandwich. She turned on the tape recorder and the interview started—boring stuff, at least to me and I’m not going to bore you with it.
I knew she would ask this. Everyone who interviews me always does. “What’s your favorite column that you’ve written?” My answer has kind of become routine. It’s “Pretty in Pink.” I don’t know if this is my favorite column or not but it’s the one that basically wrote itself.
I just got done going to CityBeat’s web site to see if that column is still around as it was written in August of 2007. I’ll be damn. It is still around.
My cheeseburger and fries were only so-so. Next time I meet a college student for lunch, we’ll go to Whack Burger.
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