"So I explained to him, that's why an arrow has those things on its sides, at the end. Fletches. You need them to go straight, to keep from wobbling. So it can, like, hit."
"Okay."
"And he said, 'Fletches?' I said, 'Yeah,' and he said, 'How do you spell that?'"
"F-L-E-T-C-H-E-S."
"Right. Like it's a spelling bee. And then Robb interrupts us for a sec, to grab a beer, and we talk a little about the Edward Snowden thing, but then when Robb leaves, this guy, he says: 'Fletcher is my last name.'"
"Cute."
"Yeah, cute... But something about it really caught me off balance. Like, I was floored."
"Really?"
"I'd just been thinking about it a lot these days - how my life feels like it's going right, it's headed in the right direction, but..."
"But it's 'wobbling'?"
"Don't laugh! Don't-- but, yeah. Yeah, I guess. Just like it needed-- like it needs..."
(beat)
"So did you go home with 'Fletcher'?"
"No, I left with Lulu and Geoff, after the cake. But we traded numbers. I think I'm going to text him."
"What are you going to say?"
"I don't know. Something funny, I guess. Something like... I don't know-- but something funny."
[Ought are from Montreal / bandcamp]
Posted by Sean at July 25, 2013 11:45 AM