Last night I went to sleep with David Foster Wallace's A Supposedly Fun Thing...book of essays on my iPhone, and the reader's voice became my plumber, who had brilliant things to say but not about what time he'd come to unclog the stopped-up bathroom sink. I finally managed to get him between sentences.
"What time can you come to fix the sink?" I asked.
That startled him out of his monologue and woke me up.
Fully awake, I called him, but he didn't pick up.
Javier, hearing that I had called him, asked, "Is that Joe the Plumber?"
I didn't know what he was talking about, but he reminded me that Sarah Palin had had someone in the audience posing as Joe the Plumber.
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