In the aftermath of the broken-shoelace disappointment, irrationally, I pictured Dave, Sue, and Steve as I had just seen them and thought, “Cheerful assholes!” because I had probably broken the shoelace by transferring the social energy that I had had to muster in order to deliver a chummy “Have a good one!” to them from my awkward shoe-tier’s crouch into the force I had used in pulling on the shoelace.

— The mezzanine by Nicholson Baker