She asked me if I had a job.
“Not right now. Because of this,” I said, holding up my crooked arm.
“You should get that fixed.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“It’s extremely simple.”
Me, Rhonda, not knowing what to say, not saying anything, because I should have gotten it fixed, I should have wanted to get it fixed, but I didn’t care. It was crooked and so what? Lots of things in life lost their shape.
- Joshua Mohr, Some Things that Meant the World to Me
