I like to people-watch on the subway.
I admire attractive shoes.
I
imagine where each person works - she's a lion tamer, he's a code
encryption expert for the CIA, she's a desk jockey, he's a waiter but
has a kickstarter for an awesome archeological project...
I hate it when
they disappoint me. Today's example: a young woman in a dress suit stands up and the
skirt is climbing places unknown - no way is she an office professional.
Don't interrupt the story in my head. Horrible things might happen.
Especially if reality really is based on my consciousness.
[Originally posted today at 9:05am.]
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