"As most New Yorkers have done, I have given serious and generous thought to the state og my apartment should I get killed during the day. Say someone pushes me onto the subway travks. Or I get accidentally blown up. Or a woman with a headset and baby carriage wheels over my big toe, backing me into some scaffolding, which shakes loose a lead pipe, which lands on my scull. What then? After the ambulance, the hospital, the funeral, the trays of cheese cubes on foil toothpicks...
Back in the apartment I never should have left, the bed has gone unmade and the dishes unwashed. The day I get shot in a bodega (buying cigarettes, naturally) will in all likelihood be the day before laundry Sunday and the day after I decided to clean out my closet, got halfway through, and opted to watch sitcoms in my prom dress instead."
Borrowed from I Was Told There'd Be Cake by Sloane Crosley
My comment: I have read a few of the essays in this collection, and I love them. I knew this book was something I would enjoy the moment I found it stuffed into an overflowing shelf at a bookstore called Greenlight Books in Brooklyn. I have yet to finish the collection, but I have really enjoyed it so far and I encourage you to check it out if you like essay collections as much as I do, and even if you don't I think you might still like this.
