A truck on the Upper West Side.
I had three separate sets of plumbers snaking my drains this week, trying to locate and fix some persistent clogs and leaks in the building. So I was stuck inside, unable to pee, and trying to create class materials while the machines rumbled and my apartment vibrated. It felt like a giant root canal, but without novocain.
When I was heading for the escalators after class today, I ran into two of my former students, then met three more in the lobby. All of them hugged me and told me that they miss me. I hadn't realized how much I needed a hug this week and I got five.
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