ok, so maybe it hasn't been the world's finest 24 hours, what with getting called in to work extra last night at the last minute for someone who will never pay me back, locking myself out of my apartment, finding out that today is ticket-the-cars-in-chicago-that-don't-have-city-stickers-and-laugh-all-the-way-to-the-bank day, and getting back to work today to sort through a bunch of paperwork only to find out that the office people pulled all the wrong paperwork for me to go through. but for all that, still lots to smile about:
1. thanks to my gracious and more-organized blogmate for spotting my lunch since i didn't have my wallet.
2. thanks to the lovely m for being excited to see me at work last night, and telling me i'm better than [the missing girl] anyway.
3. thanks to l for making me a cup of tea when she saw the stack of papers i was lugging around this afternoon.
4. thanks to the weirdly grumpy but affectionate woman at the currency exchange where i bought my belated city parking sticker, for barking lots of orders at me like "you have to be SURE about your license plate number. are you SURE?", "cash only," "$120. and 50 CENTS. FIFTY CENTS!" but still managing to follow the whole exchange with a big left-sided smile and thank you.
5. thank god i'm not leon, my creepy downstairs neighbor, who i think is in serious financial trouble, as evidenced by the "citibank versus leon" signs all over his front door.
and last but certainly not least:
6. thanks to my weird little building manager for at least having the modesty to wear his tighty-whiteys when he answered the door to my request to be let into my apartment. (ew. i mean, does it take that long to throw on shorts???)
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I had a roommate during the summer of 1994 who always walked around in tighty-whiteys. Considering one of our roommates was female, it was especially uncalled for. Then again, she just didn't want to see him in tw's, probably because he had no chest hair, only nipple hair that stuck out two inches. We still are disturbed about that one.
Yeah, a shirt and pants don't take much time to put on.
Pat
wow, that's disturbing, but thank you! nobody wants to see anybody in tw's. although as i told a friend on the phone last night, my first thought was "ew! look away!" and my second was "wait. those are tw's but they're not really tight. does that make them just whiteys?" still unsure on that one.
your comment about your roommate deserves its own posting, probably... but can anyone explain to me why, in a culture where women shave their body hair and men don't, we react by having some groups of women not shave, but only the male metrosexuals and swimmers do anything about their own fur? wouldn't college have been better if mr. nipples trimmed a bit?
Mr. Nipple Hair still provides all of us with tons of laughs. His stories are still classics for the Macalester Graduating Class of 1996. I think college was better in retrospect, if not at the time, for his quirks.
As far as men trimming or shaving hair, you'd be surprised how many do something. My friend shaves his legs so his whole leg doesn't get skinned when he wipes out on his bike.
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