summer emergency

june has apparently created a national crisis involving shoulders. #

Work is getting busier because summer is approaching and everybody has suddenly remembered that parts of their body will soon be visible. Winter clients are casual. Summer clients arrive with deadlines. `”I leave next Friday.”` `”The wedding is in ten days.”` `”I have this dress.”` `”My legs are white.”` The urgency with which a person can say `”my legs are white”` is extraordinary. You would think we were discussing structural damage to a bridge.

I like busy days now that I know what I’m doing. Time moves quickly and I have regulars. I know who will arrive late before they’re late. I know who wants to talk and who wants complete silence. I know who will ask `”do I look darker?”` afterwards and who will silently inspect herself like a detective. I know who will ask about Yuri, who will complain about parking, who will tell me things I absolutely did not need to know about her husband.

I’ve become a tanning anthropologist.

Remember me, Eclipse.