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Monday, October 24, 2005

A great injustice

Ok, not a great injustice per se, but an injustice nonetheless. Actually I guess I can't even call it an injustice because it's more of an annoyance. And really, I'm in the south and there have been soooo many REAL injustices here. So my calling this thing an injustice just belittles things that are truly unjust.

Anyway, I was taking the elevator up to the 5th floor to get my lunch. There was a very cute guy standing there waiting for the elevator. Tall, about 6'2", in jeans, an attractive shirt and a baseball cap. I love when guys look good in baseball caps. Not all men do but this guy did. He smiled at me and I smiled back. We stepped onto the elevator and I looked down so as not to get my heel stuck in the gap (which I've done often). And to my horror, this formerly good looking guy was wearing cowboy boots. Damn.