I’d tell you why I’ve been so busy at work in the past week, but you’d probably die of boredom (which is better off anyway, since I would have to kill you).
But whatever. No one likes a whiner. There’s a woman about my age in my biweekly French class who attends maybe 1 in every 3 classes. I would have expected her to stop coming, but she’s shown a consistent half-assed commitment to learning the French language.
Once we were paired in a partner exercise, and I asked her delicately what keeps her away so often from class. “I have a really important job,” she said. After more quizzing, she professed to be a software engineer in charge of keeping the company’s most profitable web site ‘going.’ “I just can’t make it to this class twice a week,” she said with a faint Valley Girl twang that gave the impression of an aggrieved college girl forced to fulfill a language requirement.
Out of an effort to maintain an agreeable social exchange, I avoided the obvious: That this is a twice-a-week adult education class that she signed up for on her own free will. And that the busiest of people are never too busy to point out how busy they are.
