31 January 2003
There's one in every organization
"You're pretentious," she repeats.
I wait a moment for some sort of explanation, clarification, or additional commentary, but none comes. "Why," I ask, "do you say I'm pretentious?"
"Look at you," she says. "Sitting there reading your book."
"Reading on my lunch hour makes me pretentious?" I ask.
"Sitting there where everyone can see you, reading a book no one else would understand, so everyone can see how smart you are, it's pretentious."
This woman has issues, you think? You haven't heard the half of it.
And actually, neither has anyone else, as of this writing; Edward, his storyteller instincts honed to a fine edge, is letting the details accumulate rather than jumping to the punchline. Look for the entries titled "Pretention" and read upward.