Mr. Zitnie and I were like children sneaking up a cookie jar yesterday, except this cookie jar was a class of the Faculty of Arts, Department of Anthropology. Mr. Z. enrolled in order to get inspired for his PhD and I… well, I just wanted to be inspired in general. The whole housewife concept doesn’t suit me too much. And since any progress in that area seems pure wishful thinking, Mr. Z. decided to take me under his wing. And later that day, he also bought me flowers – orange tulips, bringing romance and ‘home’ into our Ozzie shoebox!
I was particularly enthusiastic about the flowery part though. With men, you always need to be careful with the nuances: if I cheer too much about the most thoughtful gesture - not the bunch that was installed closest to the pay desk but the one with special meaning – I might end up with wooden shoes next time. And how to explain then, I don’t really see the romance in that…
But back to school. Literally. That sure has been a long time and this was a freshmen course. That obviously didn’t help my undercover operation. How to stay unnoticed as non-paying customer? Even considered wearing a beanie and sneakers for a (very brief) moment. But to pair that up with my damaged jeans and ponytail… well, better being accused of illegally entering a class then of being a mutton dressed as a lamb.
It turned out to be a typical case of ‘no worries’ because we couldn’t find the lecture room (part of the 'I really AM a freshman, sir!' tactic); got there half an hour too late and didn’t even get passed the hallway. But it was close enough to learn that our tail bone actually had a tail attached, once upon a time (and that is no tale.)
Being there, experiencing this course with Mr. Z. and talking about it afterwards in a sunny park while enjoying take-away Thai: it was more than enough to make my tail wag!
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