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Theft by Finding - David Sedaris

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October 1, 1981<br />

Raleigh<br />

Tomorrow I return to work at Mrs. Winters’s house. Last spring her porch was painted, and I’m to<br />

scrape up the drips. She’ll likely stand over me while I do it, monitor me the way she did when I<br />

removed her storm windows. She’ll play radio station WPJL (We Proclaim Jesus Lord) and pick,<br />

pick, pick.<br />

She and her husband cleaned Trailways buses for forty years, and because they’re black, I imagine<br />

they’ve heard every insult in the book.<br />

Tonight at the IHOP I sat next to four NC State students. One of them was planning to break up with<br />

his girlfriend because she’d spoken to another guy. Another was short on money, and his friends<br />

offered to cover his bill if he’d drink the entire pitcher of raspberry syrup. I was willing to add<br />

another 50 cents if he could do it without throwing up.<br />

I’m going through another talk-radio phase. Last night I listened to Open Line, where the guest was<br />

Hap Hansen, the channel 28 weatherman, who explained how he lost forty pounds. Most of the calls<br />

were from friends of his.<br />

October 6, 1981<br />

Raleigh<br />

I’ve paid my rent and my phone bill, leaving me with 43 cents. In the late afternoon I went with<br />

Mom and Dad, who are thinking of buying a rental unit on Clark Avenue, a duplex—this instead of the<br />

beach house that was all just talk. The current tenants weren’t home, and while I was walking through<br />

the place, almost snooping but not quite, I came across a kitten taking a nap in a red NC State beanbag<br />

chair.<br />

Last night on Open Line, the guests were from the Anti-Defamation League. Klan members and jerks<br />

called, saying they’d drive the Jew carpetbaggers out of the South and back to where they came from.<br />

I am into Open Line.<br />

October 7, 1981<br />

Raleigh<br />

Lisa and I have started taking Greek classes at the church. Our teacher is Jimmy Nixon, and there<br />

are nine students. Six of them are children, and I can’t figure out what they’re doing there. Most of<br />

them sound excellent to me, though, really, what do I know? Class is two hours long. During the<br />

fifteen-minute break that comes in the middle, Lisa and I ran out front to smoke. There is one full-

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