Friday, February 11, 2005
just what i needed. a stalker.
The other day, when I opened my office mailbox, there was sitting just this magnet, from some refrigerator poetry set. I have no idea who put it there, or why.
(It is true, as visitors to my office know, that I have one four-drawer file cabinet whose front is completely covered with several sets of magnetic poetry -- with all the prepositions and closed-case words taken out, so people can't actually make sentences or pseudopoetry out of them. It could be that somebody had a stray magnet poetry piece and I seemed like the logical person to give it to. Alternatively, it could be that the "nude" magnet was originally from one of the sets on my file cabinet. Perhaps some student stole it from me--again, for who-knows-what reason--and then in a fit of conscience returned it. My other four-drawer cabinet is filled with my collection of marble magnets, which cost me about a dollar a pop, and I know that I've had several of them stolen by larcenous-miscreant-office-visitors.)