Archive for August, 2002
It Chaffs Me So
The worst thing about being on-call is the chaffing that the pager causes along my belt line when I wear a shirt that doesn’t stay tucked in.
Unexpected Compliment
I got my “Oatmeal Fantasy” this morning at Krivar, as usual. The guy there commented on my “Dork” t-shirt. He said I didn’t look like at dork and asked the lady there if she agreed. She said, “No, he looks like he should be a nude dancer.” Okay…. That was weird.
Chicks dig confidence
The CalTrain conductor stopped by my seat today to inform me that she was “impressed by my confidence” because I was doing a crossword puzzle with a pen.