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So there we were, seated around a table for seven, celebrating my son Scott's twenty-second birthday. Two of his guy friends joined us, and somehow we got talking about the runaway sleep deprivation the three of them live with. Nathan works at a men's formalwear store, and usually works alone in the suburban mall storefront. He described how he sometimes falls asleep there at the counter, in front of God and everybody. "I really hate it when I nod off in the front," he said, and I could easily imagine his chagrin. What if the store manager happened by just then, or the ever-vigilant tuxedo police busted him? "Failure to appear to be an aggressive self-starter," the citation might read. How humiliating. "So now," he went on, "when I realize I'm getting sleepy, I grab a huge pile of tuxedos and head for the back room…" "I see," I said, "to make it seem like you're doing something…" "No…to make a bed." And there it is.
Posted by Katy on 06/11/01 at 07:05 AM
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