He always does it anyway.
Then he scrambles them up in an awkward fashion and tries to pretend everything is okay.
I am telling all this to Lulu, pouring out my heart, and she begins to laugh.
"What are you laughing about??" I scream at her, "The pain of a man stuck in a rudderless life, adrift forever in a sea of people who won't cover their own nakedness???"
"I'm laughing at that man in the wheelchair. He fell down. In Forest Gump. He fell down like this. Look, look, he said-"