tinytadpole is a big fan of
Stephen King. She has told me that before we met she read a bulk of his books. She doesn’t read much these days. I still do but not the way I used to. A casualty of my ever shortening attention span. I’m not a fan of
Mr. Kings. We were discussing this earlier as I drove her to work. She rattled off a pile of books that she had read and numerous movies as well. My only exposure to his work is
1408. I heard it as an
audiobook which I listened to when
Da Boss and I flew to
Munich (read by
John Cusack. Bonus!!). The only reason for that was I found the cassettes left behind by a traveler at the airport. We were waiting at a stoplight beside a county school bus discussing our
Stephen King interactions. Our school buses have a number on the side of them indicating either the bus number or the route. I’m not really sure. The light turned green and as the bus rolled off I excitedly pointed to it and said to
Erica “Holy shit! Did you see that?” The bus was just far enough away she could not make its number. Almost if I had planned it that way.
Take a wild guess what the bus number was. If you said
1408….. you are incorrect!! Hahaha!! It was
327. But I told her it was
1408. Since she doesn’t read this journal she’ll never know the difference.
Some days I can be quite the trickster.