This morning on Lincoln Avenue there was a person in a Curious George costume standing in front of a toy store handing out balloons to little kids. Curious George had a nice friendly felted fur head that looked a lot like this one and he was wearing a muffler and maybe trousers, I can’t remember, but he was a very grown-up-looking Curious George. I smiled at him as I walked by and he waved at me with his mitten hand. I didn’t have my camera.
I was still watching him as I waited to cross the street. A woman had come out of the store and stood next to Curious George for awhile, greeting the children. Then she turned to him and adjusted his scarf, then she patted his arm gently and took it in hers. They walked down the street a little ways and waved at people in a restaturant, then strolled back to the toy store. It looked like they were having a very nice date.
When I almost sort of cry at something like this, I know exactly when my period is coming.
And Curious George is cute and all that, but I think maybe he’d make a shitty boyfriend.
