At the Post Office, one of the counter ladies was wearing a church version of rabbit ears—they were fine. She was helping someone else but when I stopped she looked up. Can I help you? Gruff. I have to tell you a joke*, I said. They both liked it & we had that moment of New York friendly: total & then totally over.
Then a chat with the girl at the library about the DVD I was returning, The Sandlot. One of her favorites & she had been excited last week when I checked it out & was thrilled that I liked it.
Then the wonderful, colorful, happy-making Mimi Gross show at the Eric Firestone gallery on Great Jones street.
How could one spend a day better? (And I left out some of its pleasures, like running into a couple people I know to say hi to, & sitting on the 5th St bench for our first day of summer out-loud reading, & a nice chat with my brother.)
* Johnny told me these (& several more, which tended to use "eggs-actly" as part of the punchline).
1) What do you call a rabbit with fleas?
2) What do you call a row of rabbits all walking backwards?
A receding hare-line.