grey marble

November 30, 2006


The overcoat

Last week I went to Brooklyn for dinner. We ate at a surprisingly good sushi restaurant. The waitstaff was somewhat pushy in the way a mother can be, but their recommendations were good, and we were fully stuffed by the time we left.

I grabbed my friend's jacket from the coat rack and helped her into it. When I reached for mine, it was missing. There were only two tables left at the restaurant and I asked whether anyone had taken the wrong coat by mistake. It turned out that one of them was a former coworker of mine.

Of the coats left on the rack, there was one similar to mine. I guessed someone had left with the wrong one. I told the waitress about my dilemma. She took down the name and number of my friend who lived nearby. She asked me the label. I told her I didn't know but described the color and material. She said she'd let us know.

My friend asked me if I wanted to borrow a coat. It was cold outside but not unbearable. I went home in my sweater and scarf.

Two days later I called the restaurant. They told me my friend had already picked up the coat. No one seemed to know what adventure my coat had had.
Posted by eku at November 30, 2006 11:59 AM
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