A Tiny Anthology of Five Very Unordinary People
“Hi, Mrs. Kassoy, this is Ben’s pre-school teacher.”
“Oh, hi. Is something wrong?”
“Well, have you seen what Ben is wearing today?”
“So you’re aware his face is painted like Batman and he’s wearing a cape?”
“And you know it’s school picture day, right?”
“Listen, is there a problem? Because I really need to get back to work.”
“I got a good deal on this one.”
She ran her fingers over the elk head inked on her forearm.
“My tattoo artist friend broke his hand, so he started doing them left-handed for a discount. I think it turned out pretty well,” she said, and reached for a bite of my French toast.
At our prom after-party, I grabbed Bone by the back of the neck without warning and pulled him in for an open-mouthed kiss. At that moment, before he could pull away, I extended my digital camera out in front of us — this was 2007 — and perfectly captured what would years later become known as a selfie.
Bone — who is straight; so am I — was cool with the ambush and even that I immortalized it on camera. In fact, he asked me for the photo and gave me a framed copy of it on my next birthday.
Some say Mrs. Cohen takes a lot of pride in her appearance. Others say that’s a euphemism, that she is very vain.
One time Mrs. Cohen urgently had to run an errand and didn’t have time to apply makeup. She couldn’t stand being seen in public without it, so she went to the pharmacy wearing a full burqa.
Zoe lives in my building.
She’s lived there for decades.
Zoe is 67 years old.
She is one of the slowest-moving people I’ve ever seen.
She uses a walker and often has her aging dog tethered to her wrist.
It may take Zoe several minutes to climb the one flight of stairs to her apartment.
Zoe lives with multiple sclerosis.
Not long ago Zoe competed in a race.
A long race.
The New York City Marathon.
She finished it.
In 33 hours and 9 minutes.
It was the slowest marathon in women’s history.
As of 2013, Zoe had completed 25 New York City marathons, all in last place.
Sometimes I see Zoe in our building. Her dog waits patiently as she checks the mail.
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