Say it ain’t so, Joe.
Originally Posted 4/12/2009.
So I found Joe Biden behind my desk today while I was cleaning today.
Okay, so it’s not really Joe Biden, but Promises to Keep, his autobiography. Here’s a little background on why it’s just called Joe Biden now.
Before I came home for Christmas, I bought Joe Biden’s biography, Promises to Keep.
There’s a story behind the reason I actually bought it. Well, other than the fact that I wanted to read it.
My friend Chelsea and I were at a Barnes & Noble in Roanoke and she couldn’t find some damn book on fondue. So when we were basically walking around aimlessly looking for this fondue book, there were an assload of Obama and Biden books in the middle of the store. I picked up the Joe Biden biography and started to talk to it like Sarah Palin.
“Dammit, Eber, I can’t find this fondue book!”
(To the photo of Joe Biden on the front cover) “Oh dear, say it ain’t so, Joe! We just have to find this fondue book or else Christmas will be ruined!”
Needless to say, in the very red part of Virginia where I go to college, people didn’t appreciate that. I got quite a few angry glares from large men in camoflauge. They obviously thought I couldn’t see them, you know, with all the woodsy background in the bookstore and everything, but totally I could.
Anyway, this is how the book became personified from “Joe Biden’s biography” to just be “Joe Biden.”
I brought it home over Christmas break and with the insanity of the holidays, I barely had time to really sit down and read more than two pages. So it kind of sat wherever I left it. While we were cleaning all my shit out of the living room, I started just calling the book “Joe Biden” in front of my parents. Eventually, my dad started calling it “Joe Biden,” too.
Of course, this led to some pretty hilariously interesting things being yelled in my house.
“Kate! You left Joe Biden on the kitchen table!”
“Are you even reading Joe Biden? He’s getting mighty lonely.”
“If you take the train back to school, will you take Joe Biden? You know he loves trains.”
“Kate! The dog is sniffing Joe Biden. I’d suggest you get him off the floor.”
“I put Joe Biden in your bedroom.”
“I found a coupon for Cold Stone. I figured you’d want it, so I put it in Joe Biden.”
I got about halfway through it between the plane back to school after Christmas, then I got caught up in classes and didn’t read it until I flew home for spring break. After that, Joe Biden went M.I.A. and about a week ago I started wondering, “Hey, where’d Joe Biden go?”
Well, he was behind my desk.
