in line at the bookstore, my friend is newly broken-up and broken-hearted says to me "i'm going to go make eyes at the pretty girls in the magazine section." he walks away and the lady in front of me (who vaguely reminds me of my mom, she is wearing a purple angora beret and has long grey hair) says "are you going to let him get away with that?" and scowls. i say "he can do whatever he wants." it is weird. does she think we are a couple and he is being openly cassanova-ish? i am not sure and i buy a book about blue velvet and leave.