People wear all sorts of things when they are traveling, and sometimes, you can tell a great deal about the person's destination by their choice of clothing. If the traveler is twenty-something and wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt, you can assume that she isn't going straight to an interview when she gets off the plane. If the traveler is dressed in a business suit, you might guess that he's got a meeting soon after the plane lands. You get the point.
Yesterday in the airport, I saw an older gentleman (65 to 70ish) wearing a navy blue blazer over a bluish-grey t-shirt, navy blue shorts, white Nike ankle socks, and black loafers. My question to you, loyal readers, is: for what type of event was this man dressed? Tell me his story, won't you?
(P.S. He was in first class, too.)
Monday, September 22, 2008
Monday, September 08, 2008
It's like being really, really, really dead.
I have a dear friend who recently came to visit. She mentioned to me that I should never have left the teaching profession. I looked at her skeptically (or like she was crazy... whatever), and she shared this little jewel of a story with me:
Her father is a top news anchor in our hometown, and he recently had to carefully explain to a co-anchor that a person could not, in fact, be fatally killed.
This person has a job. A paying one. In the real world. A job that affects the lives of others.
If you need me, I'll be over here jamming pieces of bamboo underneath my fingernails.
Her father is a top news anchor in our hometown, and he recently had to carefully explain to a co-anchor that a person could not, in fact, be fatally killed.
This person has a job. A paying one. In the real world. A job that affects the lives of others.
If you need me, I'll be over here jamming pieces of bamboo underneath my fingernails.
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