The Brooklyn Bridge and the water running beneath it shimmered in the evening sunlight as I gazed out the window of my Pace University classroom. Class had just gotten over, and my classmates were making plans to go out for a drink and unwind. Snippets of conversation reached my ears as I gathered up my books and unplugged my computer.
“What about Esther? Shall we ask her?”
“Oh, no! She is Catholic, Indian, and married. She wouldn’t come!”
Why not?! I thought silently to myself. I wouldn’t mind some good conversation and a margarita!
The semester was proving to be very stressful, in a way that my family wouldn’t understand. It would have been nice to commiserate with my classmates.
But apparently I looked too straitlaced to have fun. Apparently married Indians don’t drink or chill!
“Have a great weekend, guys!” I waved and left.
I went back home and poured myself a drink!
Yonkers, New York