Archives for June 2005

No Shoes, No Service

I stood in the shower and let my seethingness unseethe. When I thought about that guy, I pictured Milton from “Office Space,” except this little mild-mannered greasy guy was concentrating all his attention on his shoes, even though they weren’t all that exceptional and I think my opening the locker door on them added to their character in the same way that a haircutter recently added to the character of my ear with his scissors.
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The Cut

Still, the warm wetness and sudden appearence of a trail of blood running along the edge of my ear and dripping into a quickly growing pool on my shoulder was… dismaying. “Hmm,” I thought calmly, “I have been cut.”
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