Hey you, sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is!Whenever I feel self-conscious about something, that's what I look at in other people. When I get a new haircut, I look at their hair, if I'm worried that I forgot to polish my shoes, I look at their feet, and so on. Yesterday, I was looking for towels.
Douglas Adams, The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy
As per previous blog postings, I've had a hit and miss relationship with Towel Day, which commemorates Douglas Adams, author of the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy series. However, this year I marked it on the calendar well in advance, and on Wednesday morning, I chose a mid-sized white towel from the linen closet, looped it through the handles of my shoulder bag, and headed off for the bus.
As per my already established self-consciousness, I spent the day looking for towels, and to my disappointment, I didn't spot one other terry-cloth indicator of hoopy froodhood - or of terminal geekness, depending on where you stand on this. Regardless, it left me feeling a bit sad and alone. Perhaps next year I'll just throw in the towel, then...
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