THE COOL KID'S GUIDE TO READING: Mrs. Cool Kid takes a chance

Greetings, O Best Ones. Mrs. Cool Kid here.

The Cool Kid refuses to write a column this week. "I'm more tired than 10 tractor-trailers," he says. "More tired than Goodyear."

The column he wrote last week was really long. "Really long" is my description. "A coat of many colors sized to fit both Gargantua and Pantagruel" is his description.

So I'm going to pick up his slack. But first let me pick up the coffee cup he left on the floor beside his recliner.

I bought him a small table for that mug, but he refuses to use it. He says flat surfaces remind him of the two-dimensional stockade where he was once banished.

Yeah, I know. He talks like an optical illusion looks.

But I'm going to tell you my tale in proper English -- a reading-related tale from early in our relationship.

We were driving to Smiley's one Saturday morning. He was telling me that you could find "neat" books there. One time, he said, he found a book about dance traditions in Southeast Asia.

"The chapter about Cambodia was especially cool," he said.

Freak.

I was this close, O Best Ones, this close to telling him to pull over and let me out.

But it was winter and I don't like the cold. Walking, either.

Anyway, as I thought about it, I figured I now knew the worst thing about him. And I'd seen him in sandals, so I knew he kept his feet clean. Did it really matter that he liked to read about how they do the slide in Singapore?

So on to Smiley's we went. Months later, I let him marry me.

It wasn't until weeks after our wedding that I found out that every other book he reads has a spaceship in it.

To contact writer Randy Waters, call 744-4240 or email rwaters@macon.com.

This story was originally published November 8, 2015 at 12:58 PM with the headline "THE COOL KID'S GUIDE TO READING: Mrs. Cool Kid takes a chance ."