Nonsense

all the men were older and one day the delta seemed fascinating.

segue

in a conference room making a presentation in front of seventy or so people and a lady raised her hand to ask what the delta was. knowing how to define delta i didn’t know how to apply it in relation to what i was explaining and my face nearly melted away as everyone stared waiting for an answer. instead i had a deer in the headlights look as the words, “you fuckin’ psycho bitch,” rolled around my noggin. fifteen minutes prior she’d passed me a handful of m&m colored prescription pharmaceuticals as if she was passing a glass of water. explaining that i’d get back to her with the details the moment passed. they always do.

back to the delta. it’s 11. but that’s because i’m referring to numbers.

a silly thing to ruminate over – how one is to assume which definition to apply.