So, Hec, when someone, say, oh, someone who is sort of short and stout and has great hair says, "I'm so glad you came along, I'm sure I didn't push that button right the first time," Do you...
Thinking about it, probably: a) snark back.
"You
totally
pushed it sideways! Do I look like I want to go sideways?"
or
"I was just wiping off your greasy fingerprint so you can't be placed at the scene of the crime after you kill a scientist today."
or, possibly the more contrite...
"Sorry, I'm OCD poster boy."
or
"Did I mention how much I like your hair? Your hair fucking rocks like The Pixies in 1990."
or, something like that.
It would never cross my mind that someone re-pushing the button was in anyway a reflection on me, or that they had a thought at all about the fact that I had already pushed it. I would assume they are unobservant and/or control freaky and/or mindlessly trained to hit the button whenever near elevator.
He has to push it for himself; otherwise when the elevator arrives, it will only take you.
Brilliant. Finally it is explained.
The idea of mountains being so far away and as freaking huge as they are here ... skeery, and and unsettling.
ita, we need to go for a mountain field trip. San Gabriels, or the San Jacintos, or a couple hours further in to the Sierra Nevada. I wanna show you good mountains.
Hi msbelle - sorry you had the suck travel.
Must to go take Hank back to the mechanic. He's still running hot.
Guess who's still at work.
And today started out so
well.
Burrell! do I remember you saying you all were looking at getting a new car?
Burrell, your tagline keeps making me want to exclaim to your DH "Hip chicks can't talk about babies???" But I won't.
Lori, if those mountains have a temperature drop with proximity, I'm good. But, thanks.
Sorry to hear of the suck, DJ.
Those are lovely, sarameg. Mmmm, mountains.
