Walking the dog this afternoon, an older man on a bike stopped to get my attention.<\/p>\n
I took my headphones off.<\/p>\n
“Where is the nearest store so I can get a Sudoku book?”<\/p>\n
I stared at him, mind racing to think of an answer. Where do they sell Sudoku books? I knew there was a used bookstore nearby somewhere, but did they have Sudoky? Were they even open right now? I stared at him, not answering.<\/p>\n
“You know what Sudoku is, right?”<\/p>\n
“Yes,” I said. “I just am trying to think of where they might sell it. I mean, there is a Rite Aid nearby, but I don’t know if they sell Sudoku.”<\/p>\n
“That would be perfect!” he said.<\/p>\n
I gave him directions, and he biked off. I continued on my walk, turning around before I got to Foothill Blvd.<\/p>\n
He ran into me on the way back, “2.99! and the other one was 3.99! At the 99 cent store there are stacks of them for 99 cents!”<\/p>\n
I shrugged at him.<\/p>\n
“Thanks!”<\/p>\n
early evening Sudoku jonesing is a terrible thing<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Walking the dog this afternoon, an older man on a bike stopped to get my attention. I took my headphones off. “Where is the nearest store so I can get a Sudoku book?” I stared at him, mind racing to … Continue reading