In the world of
Last week I
got a parking ticket and decided to break up with my best friend. I didnít
decide to break up with my friend because of the parking ticket. Both of these
events just happened to occur in the same week. This time next year, I wonít
remember the parking ticket, unless Iím still paying for it.
even know if Ďbreak upí is the correct term for not wanting to be
someoneís best friend anymore. Men drift apart, they just donít say that. A
male friend of mine told me that men sit in a bar and drink a beer so they
donít have to talk (a side benefit being that their hands are occupied as
well, I suppose). Probably. When a man is asked about a former best friend, he
simply replies, ĎNope. Havenít seen him in awhile.í Insert requisite
to go shopping and out to bars to talk. Now that I donít have a best friend
anymore, I donít have anyone to tell. Who am I kidding? That is one reason (of
many) that I donít want this friendship to continue. There was never a topic
of more interest to my best friend than, my best friend. ĎSo, whatís been
going on with you,í she would pause taking a breath. ĎAh, I got a parking
ticket. I guess Iíll pay for it,í I respond. Insert requisite
donít think sheíll be very upset about the end of our friendship (reason
#103 or #104, Iíve lost count).
She would be
more upset to find out that anyone, not just me, didnít want the honorary
title (gold watch not included) of being her best friend. At this point in
reading the column, she would not be upset that it was about her, but that I
hadnít mentioned her by name. She shall remain nameless.
want to end this friendship; I just want it to go away like little slips of
yellow paper in the wind. ĎTicket? What ticket, officer?í
Here I am writing all this, and thinking it was about something that had been on my mind lately; my soon to be ex-best friend. Itís not. It all comes down to parking tickets, really. You park in the wrong spot for too long, and you have to pay.
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