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Wednesday, November 07, 2007

My Work Feeds Me

by Andrew Tibbetts

I’m completely out of money but for the dregs of my laundry change bucket. It’s temporary but I am hungry. When I put my gym membership card back in my wallet I saw my Starbucks card and remembered I’d put fifty dollars on it some time ago! I headed over there for a sandwich and a juice. In a line-up that was full of men I had a hope of impressing, instead of the usual Church Street crop of impossibly gorgeous guys half my age, I saw the kindly young woman at the cash crunch her face, tilt her head and tell me I had a two dollar balance. Oh, I said. You could get a cookie, she said. Okay, I said, something with nuts for the protein. She gave me a breakfast cookie and I put back my juice and sandwich. Everyone in line had gracefully turned away, intrigued by the wallpaper or the ceiling or the floor or their fingernails.

I walked a few doors down nibbling my cookie, feeling very sorry for myself. I stopped at “This Ain’t the Rosedale Library,” my favourite bookstore. The Guardian calls it “the best independent bookstore in Canada.” I looked in the window. There displayed on the bottom rack but clearly visible without bending, were the two periodicals I have pieces in this season, sitting almost beside each other, smiling at me. I finished my cookie in a fog of pleasure and pride, staring in at this new peak in my literary career.

On the way home, I gave my fist full of nickels to a homeless woman. I wasn’t hungry. I wasn’t unhappy. And I had a home to go to- one with a computer all set to work on the next piece, which turned out to be this one.

7 Comments:

Blogger tamara said...

Yay, Andrew! I'm sad I didn't get a chance to go to that bookstore while I was there. Remind when I come back, 'kay?

Wed Nov 07, 01:35:00 am GMT-5  
Blogger Anne C. said...

A Starbuck's card? There's such a thing!

Wed Nov 07, 06:32:00 am GMT-5  
Blogger Tricia Dower said...

If I lived close I would feed you, Andrew. I got my copy of The New Quarterly two days ago and read your piece last night -- wonderful! Love the bath house photo. Now, if I get hold of a Descant I can read the other piece that's feeding you. Congrats.

Wed Nov 07, 12:39:00 pm GMT-5  
Blogger Antonios Maltezos said...

Hey, the food's never ours to keep anyway. I had a similar experience out west a long, long time ago. All I could afford to buy and eat was a big bag of carrots. I swear my skin turned orange. Everyone was asking about my Florida tan! Just a faded memory now.

Wed Nov 07, 03:47:00 pm GMT-5  
Blogger Chumplet said...

I remember in college I didn't eat until the weekends when I took the bus home, except for Kraft Dinner during the week.

To this day I can't stand Kraft Dinner. The rest of the family ooh and ahh with pleasure when a pot is cooked up. They're welcome to it.

I'm proud of your accomplishments, Andrew.

Wed Nov 07, 10:19:00 pm GMT-5  
Blogger Andrew Tibbetts said...

You folks are sweet! My money kicked in and I went to McDonalds- horrifying but true. And had two breakfasts. My stomach is still rebelling several days later.

Thu Nov 08, 07:46:00 am GMT-5  
Blogger Chumplet said...

McDonalds?? Gak! Next time, go to a nice little diner that serves all day breakfast for $3.99.

Fri Nov 09, 08:42:00 pm GMT-5  

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