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Preface: Be warned. This is a long(ish) true story, but I promise, there is a point at the end of it.
It was a spring day in 2009 and I was at my desk doing some last minute preparation for class when the phone rang.
“Hello, Mr. Hall?”
“Hello, I am Irina from the bookstore. Cambridge University Press is giving a seminar today and I was wondering if you may be interested in attending our fine event.”
“That sounds interesting. What time is it at?”
“It is half past ten in the morning.”
“I have class until 10:20, so it would depend on where it is at.”
“It is located at the Russian high school in the auditorium. Do you know where that is?”
“Is that the school close to Manto?”
“Yes, that is the same one. If you are interested in attending, you may come without registration and you do not need to pay.”
“That sounds good. I may be a few minutes late, but I would love to come.”
I hung up and grabbed my stuff for class. It was now a few minutes before the start of class and I wouldn’t have time afterward to come back up to my office, so I grabbed my coat and headed up to the fifth floor. Continue reading Accommodating