She was there to inventory our printers. Or as IT likes to call them, our “copy/print/scan devices.” She wore a royal blue polo shirt and khaki pants, no doubt going for that classic geek look. But her red lipstick and fussy hairstyle betrayed her. And not that this is in any way related, but her… Read More Too Fearful for a Disney Cruise?
Last week I used a public restroom. Horrifying, right? But I didn’t have a choice. And since I was in Target in a decent part of town, I thought I was safe. What I didn’t realize was that it was previously occupied by someone who hates public restrooms more than I do. We’re talking a… Read More Public Restrooms: The Bane of My Existence
“They dropped Richard,” she said to me, before I could reach my desk. “Good morning,” I reply, never one to drop good manners. Especially if I can feel superior in the process. She is one of our teachers, as well as one of our parents. Strangely, I see her most often in her parent role. Teachers I like.… Read More It Was One of Those Mondays
And just for fun:
You may remember my post from last Saturday. I gave a writing prompt involving a cast off pair of undies and challenged you all to write a little story about it. Many people visited the post, many clicked on the picture for a close-up of the undies, and many clicked on my “contact me” page,… Read More On Freedom and Fear and All That Lies Between