Numbers Are Everywhere

Numbers are everywhere.

They’re on our liquor store receipts. They’re on our citations for public urination. Sometimes, when we’re at a party and we wake up from blackout, there are numbers on our very faces. There are numbers floating belly-up in our bowls of soup, numbers buzzing in our ears on a fine spring day, numbers crawling stealthily into our mouths while we sleep.

There are big numbers, like 17, and small numbers, like “ten easy payments of $19.95.” There are sad numbers, like “up to 18 months in prison,” and happy numbers, like “buy 2 muffins, get 1 free.”

Every number has a story to tell. The number 6 tells the story, “Brush your teeth at least this many times per month.” The number 12 tells the story, “People this age are only allowed to drive you home if they haven’t had anything to drink.” The number 1 tells many stories, such as, “This is the number of wives you are supposed to have at one time,” and, “When the countdown reaches this number, the space rocket will take off, and no one will notice if you fart.”

But can we trust numbers? Would numbers lie to us, or perhaps trick us into looking away so they could take one of our French fries? Perhaps. They might even hurt us by inviting the IRS over, who then invite the FBI over, and before long everybody’s putting their grubby fingers all over our marijuana plants and making a big mess out of everything. In the end, though, numbers are all we have, especially now that the rest of our cats have died.

Numbers are there next to our beds when we wake up, telling us that it’s 2:15am, time to go to work. Numbers are there when we falsify our time sheets. Numbers are there when we clock out, telling us that it’s 3:45, time to go get in line because in just two hours and fifteen minutes, the donut store will open.

Some people have a favorite number. Mine used to be ten, because that was the number of fingers I had. My friend Ricky’s favorite number is 18. He likes it so much, he pretends that every girl he meets is 18, and he tells the girls that he’s 18, too. Good ol’ Ricky.

Some people like to play games with numbers, because they are too poor to buy drugs or go to the movies. These can be interesting games, like “How much money is in your wallet?” or boring games, like “Give me back my wallet or I’ll dial the police.”