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A new way to work today.
A fat lady was brown-bagging a pastry. I can only assume that she was a bit ashamed of her pre-breakfast and didn't want to show us strangers.
Arriving to work, après completion of her illegitimate snack, she gaily fixes herself a fruit medley, showcasing her breakfast proudly by slowly stabbing the selected fruit with a small, white, plastic spork; turning it over before sliding it off with just her teeth. Her colleagues must wonder why she's so fat with such a steady diet of flaunted fruit.
Continuing north, one block further than my normal route. Canal is made to be ignored by those considering themselves locals, with the needed avoidance of bumping elbows, "rolex" chanting Africans, and purse-picture carrying Chinese ladies.
Swinging my arms with a slight twist of the wrist, hoping that someone will catch a glimpse of my watch. I bought it on Canal and although I don't care if anyone thinks it's real it would be nice of a vendor to comment on what a nice fake it is and wouldn't I like to see some more.
I had never seen the word clairvoyant written down before and it seems an odd one to use in an ad, but there it was, proving my ignorance. I didn't know what it meant even though I'm sure I've used it before as "claireboyant," meaning excited and floating. Digging deep into my one semester of seventh-grade Latin and a few more of French I was able to decipher the two parts of this riddle: claire=clear and voyant=seeing. I think of myself as just shy of genius for figuring out the meaning of a word that I should have known.
Who knew there was a Blimpie here? On the west coast Subway is better, but on the East Coast Blimpie is better.
I just remembered that I owe the fruit guy 50 cents, cross the street. The street is oddly large from this side and the sidewalk broad and empty.
Moral: Latin helps you later in life.
-Alan
A fat lady was brown-bagging a pastry. I can only assume that she was a bit ashamed of her pre-breakfast and didn't want to show us strangers.
Arriving to work, après completion of her illegitimate snack, she gaily fixes herself a fruit medley, showcasing her breakfast proudly by slowly stabbing the selected fruit with a small, white, plastic spork; turning it over before sliding it off with just her teeth. Her colleagues must wonder why she's so fat with such a steady diet of flaunted fruit.
Continuing north, one block further than my normal route. Canal is made to be ignored by those considering themselves locals, with the needed avoidance of bumping elbows, "rolex" chanting Africans, and purse-picture carrying Chinese ladies.
Swinging my arms with a slight twist of the wrist, hoping that someone will catch a glimpse of my watch. I bought it on Canal and although I don't care if anyone thinks it's real it would be nice of a vendor to comment on what a nice fake it is and wouldn't I like to see some more.
I had never seen the word clairvoyant written down before and it seems an odd one to use in an ad, but there it was, proving my ignorance. I didn't know what it meant even though I'm sure I've used it before as "claireboyant," meaning excited and floating. Digging deep into my one semester of seventh-grade Latin and a few more of French I was able to decipher the two parts of this riddle: claire=clear and voyant=seeing. I think of myself as just shy of genius for figuring out the meaning of a word that I should have known.
Who knew there was a Blimpie here? On the west coast Subway is better, but on the East Coast Blimpie is better.
I just remembered that I owe the fruit guy 50 cents, cross the street. The street is oddly large from this side and the sidewalk broad and empty.
Moral: Latin helps you later in life.
-Alan
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