Published in the March 1939 issue of The New Yorker, James Thurber’s short story “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” has been adapted into a full feature film, out now. I first read this story in my 9th grade English class, and it brings a lot of memories reading it again. The story has been unlocked at The New Yorker, so it’s well worth a (re)-read.
Walter Mitty stopped the car in front of the building where his wife went to have her hair done. “Remember to get those overshoes while I’m having my hair done,” she said. “I don’t need overshoes,” said Mitty. She put her mirror back into her bag. “We’ve been all through that,” she said, getting out of the car. “You’re not a young man any longer.” He raced the engine a little. “Why don’t you wear your gloves? Have you lost your gloves?” Walter Mitty reached in a pocket and brought out the gloves. He put them on, but after she had turned and gone into the building and he had driven on to a red light, he took them off again. “Pick it up, brother!” snapped a cop as the light changed, and Mitty hastily pulled on his gloves and lurched ahead. He drove around the streets aimlessly for a time, and then he drove past the hospital on his way to the parking lot.
If the link expires, you can always read the entire short story here.