By Published On: May 25th, 2018191 words1 min read

“That yellow line isn’t really the equator,” says Ron.

“Right, it’s a made up line,” I respond.

“Nah, the real middle of the world is in a museum a little ways south.”

I nod. Act surprised.

But, I’m not sure if he’s bullshitting me.

He goes back to whatever boring press release we were discussing.

I’m not listening to him. I’m playing a back and forth tennis match in my head. Believe the people with yellow paint dripping from their brushes or believe the man leaning over my desk?

Back and forth.

I realize I have no idea where the equator is.

I might draw it around Panama if somebody handed me a map and marker.

Ron is discussing proper comma placement but I’m still having an existential crises about my inability to verify 95% of the things I “know.”

“I believe in the Oxford comma and I bet Jesus does too and I don’t know why,” I blurt out.

“Whaa…”

“Uh…sorry Ron…I got lost in thought for a sec. What’s the name of that museum with the real equator again?”