Why yes, I am Mr. Smith
I was waiting for the milliner circus freak at the airport yesterday, where she was due back from Philadelphia, when I began to wonder: There are all these limo drivers holding up signs with the name of their customer printed on them. Who's to say that anyone could just walk up to a driver, say that they're the person in question, and thus get a free ride into town?
Monday, July 14, 2003
Rantings of an almost middle-aged man-child. Lowly tech-writer by day, but amazingly virile superhero when I dream.
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