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Clarissa's Blog

An academic's opinions on feminism, politics, literature, philosophy, teaching, academia, and a lot more.

Fortunate

Back in June, I was at the busy LaGuardia airport and I saw TSA pre check, so I told N how convenient it must be. I just mentioned it in passing, as a general observation, no big deal. But he immediately researched it, got together all the paperwork, filed it, and set up an appointment for me. All I had to do was show up at the appointment and get fingerprinted. And now I have TSA pre check. I don’t have to wait in line or take off my shoes any more.

N is always like that. Anything I mention, he goes and gets it for me or does it. It’s the way my great-grandfather was when I was a kid. I’d make an effort not to ask for anything because I knew that he’d go crazy to fulfill every whim of his little darling.

All of my boyfriends were like this. Don’t get me wrong, they had numerous faults, the main of which was that they weren’t N. But they helped me to avoid becoming a nagging person because I never needed to. 

Thanks, great-grandpa.

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