last sunday morning it occurred to me i might prefer driving next day up to gracefield to register my new truck rather than hull. i’ve done that before. i googled ‘saaq gracefield’ to find out their hours and was surprised to see that they’re even open sundays. i had time to go that very day.
i was so happy, to think i could get it done almost immediately. wow. but i wasn’t born yesterday. before jumping in my car i decided to call just to make sure. it seemed so odd that they’d be open sundays. sure enough, however, the friendly lady on the other end of the phone assured me they’d be open until 5:00. i was excited. i brushed my beard, collected the papers, grabbed my keys and skipped out the door. but as i sat in the car with the engine running a niggling feeling came over me. i shut off the car, went back inside to look on my computer. the website i’d clicked on was not ‘saaq gracefield’. it was ‘saq gracefield’. i had not called the registry office. i had called a liquor store.
the conversation had gone saomething like this: “are you really open up there today?” “oh yes, of course. we’re open every sunday.” “that’s amazing. i had no idea. i live near wakefield but i can get there before you close.“ “ok.” ”i”m really excited.” “ok.” “thanks a lot i’ll see you soon.” “ok.”
“i would never die for my beliefs because i might be wrong.” bertrand russel.
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