Eventually, even the darkest secret will be revealed. Last weekend I met A (not her real initial) for a cheesecake-fueled grading fest at a big-box bookstore in Nashua, NH: our usual meeting place for conversation not involving beer and burritos. When I arrived about 15 minutes early, I overheard one bookstore worker talking to another about a silly dress with a hoop; since the speaker was a tall, skinny guy, I assumed he was telling a friend about his girlfriend’s prom dress. And when another worker handed the tall skinny guy a fresh-from-the-sink backpack hydration unit, I simply assumed that Mr. Tall and Skinny was headed home on a bike.
About 15 minutes later when Hello Kitty made “her” grand entrance before an adoring audience of rapt little girls, I put two and two together: under that silly hoop dress, Hello Kitty is a well-hydrated guy. A and I have this remarkable and completely unintentional tendency to schedule our non-beer-and-burrito conversations on afternoons when this particular big-box bookstore is hosting colorful events in its cafe. Some months ago, for example, A and I giggled–more cattily, I’ll admit, than Hello Kitty “herself”–at the outfits involved in a Red Hat Society book-signing…and last weekend it was Hello Kitty attended by throngs of adoring ankle-huggers and their often-embarrassed older siblings.
Don’t feel too bad about the guy under the Hello Kitty costume, for s/he quickly got into the spirit, at one point leading a Pied-Piper line of children out into the parking lot where s/he posed for outdoor photos and flagged down several passing cars for more Hello Kitty fun. Although most of Hello Kitty’s fans are under 10, there were several college-aged devotees in tight-fitting Hello Kitty tee-shirts who were probably surprised at how tightly the Pink One hugged them during the requisite posing for photos.
And don’t feel bad for two college profs stuck with a sunny weekend’s worth of end-term grading, for we fortified ourselves with double chocolate cheesecake, caffeinated beverages, and a fresh bottle of generic acetaminophen. As any teacher will tell you, if you don’t have a headache, you aren’t really grading, and a combination of double chocolate cheesecake, caffeine, and acetaminophen will remedy your head if not your students’ pain-inducing papers.
May 6, 2006 at 1:21 pm
One wonders if you can have him in your classes in some future time and not burst out laughing.
Does his girlfriend know?
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May 6, 2006 at 1:45 pm
back in my college days, it was rumored that one of my political science professors would just throw everyone’s final papers down a flight of stairs in his house. the one that travelled the farthest gets an A and the rest were scaled accordingly. i don’t know how true that was but when i did get my paper back, it looked as if it had never been opened and had a big shoeprint on the back page. hmmmmm.
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May 7, 2006 at 11:23 am
Hiya! i’m sorry it’s been forever since my last visit, for some reason i just never got around to it. so as today is a miserable drizzly day in Derby, i thought i’d catch up on my blog reading! how’s the marking going? i hope it doesn’t get too much worse. just yesterday i was talking to my friend about what we were doing this time 3 (!!!!) years ago, and i was saying it was finals time at Keene! good luck with it all! anyway, i hope all is going well, and just think…it’s sooo nearly the summer break! YEY!
take care
Rach
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May 8, 2006 at 1:41 am
I’m smiling from ear to ear. What an interesting culture we live in, don’t we? Adventures right around every corner.
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May 12, 2006 at 8:39 pm
As a former employee of a very large mouse, I’ll let you in on a little secret: most costumed characters under 5′ are played by women (yes, even male mice) while most over 5′ are played by men.
🙂
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