Day 120
Our public library carries
self-contained audio books called Playaways. To use these handy things, you need only a Triple-A battery
and a set of headphones. Plug
yourself in and you’re ready to go.
I’m listening to Tina Fey’s
Bossy Pants and wonder if the neighbors think I’m nuts when I walk past their
house with Spot laughing so hard I’m nearly in tears. Her delivery is pitch-perfect and her writing is smart with
a bite.
For someone like me who’d
rather listen to a book than music while walking or at the gym, I think they
are darn near genius. If I love
Playaways, surely others who frequent our library branch love them too.
We keep an entire shelf of
batteries in a variety of sizes in the downstairs bathroom cabinet. I grab a couple and head out.
The Playaways fill several
shelves. I pick Ape House by Sara
Gruen and The Sixth Man by David Baldacci. I figure being popular authors there’s a high likelihood that
these two titles will be checked out soon.
I slide back the battery
jacket. Empty. I fill it. I slide back the second. Also empty. I
fill that too. I walk back towards
the front door, slip my books into the return slot and laugh like Tina Fey on
the way back to my car.
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