HOW TO BE DIMLY AWARE
Ezekiel Kroft leads not a life of quiet desperation, but one of dim awareness. For instance, when dining out, he concentrates intently on the mashing of the butter into the baked potato. When the waiter approaches from Kroft’s left and asks if everything is satisfactory, Kroft jerks his head to the right and mumbles, ‘Bancroft’. He then resumes butter mashing. Furthermore, when Kroft slides two dollars through the window at the race track and says ‘Number 4’, his response to the hurried ‘Win, place, or show?’ is ‘Why not?’ or a vague smile. And lastly, how many times has Kroft left the dentist’s office, the pharmacy, the opera house, the car wash, the Tower of London, oh so many places, pursued by someone shouting ‘You forgot your shoes!’? Frightfully often.
