I had a long day at work. It was good to get a bunch done, but it was long. Until, on my way out of the building, I happened to see this:
8pm-ish: I see a bright orange balloon in the women's bathroom. My thoughts: 'Whaaaat? Sweet! Hmm, I could carry it back to my aunt's house. [10 seconds visualizing myself toting a balloon around Manhattan like a little kid] Noo. I'll leave it to surprise the next lucky ladies room visitor.'

Don't you just love it when things like that happen?
ReplyDeleteSeriously. Like when I was walking to lunch with coworkers and we saw this guy singing in the street: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/08/01/gary-russo-nyc-construction-worker-sings-sinatra_n_915583.html
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