Wednesday, April 23, 2008

I think that's me. . .

As printed in this week's local rag, The Chicago Reader.

Missed Connections.

Where: Monday Morning. 147-Bus, southbound for the loop.

Me: Woman in grey smock, reading The Memory Keeper's Daughter.

You: Sarcastic blogger, standing in walkway, eating nachos.

Message: Who are you?

In Other News. . .

I always forget which hand engagement and wedding rings are worn on. Either way, she did not appreciate my advances.

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