Riding The Knighty-Night Bus
(My fiancé is incredibly well-read and regularly quotes to me from textbooks or articles that he’s read. I did, however, discover that he hasn’t read ‘Harry Potter.’ I get him the first three books for his birthday. A few weeks later, we are sitting at the back of the bus on the way home.)
Fiancé: “Ugh…”
Me: “You okay?”
Fiancé: “I’m getting motion sickness. Read to me?”
Me: “Sure. What do you—”
(He hands me ‘Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban’ and I open it up to find he’s at my favorite chapter.)
Me: “You haven’t read this, right?”
Fiancé: “They just got to the Shrieking Shack.”
(I start reading, doing voices and sound effects. I notice a slow migration of people towards the back of the bus, but ignore it, figuring there were seats needed up front. Then someone lays their head on their arms and sighs at me.)
Me: “Um, can I help you?”
Stranger: “No, it’s a good bedtime story. Carry on!”