The other day I was meeting my friend Jenny at the gym. It’s attached to a senior center and they have parking lots on different sides of the street. At the time we were supposed to meet she sent a text saying, “Pulling in now. Ended up at the Senior Center. Saw a lot of personalized plates and knew I was in the wrong spot.” I laughed pretty hard, mainly because she’s right. It reminds me what my friend Hilda used to say about how writers should surround themselves with brilliant friends. Funny ones, too, I’d add.
What observation have you heard lately that rang true? How could you fit it in a story?