Instant gratification monument

I went to the Borders near my home the other day and right outside the door is this poor, poor trash can. Apparently legions of folks with their exciting new purchases in hand have stopped here to pry open that jewel case and peel off that annoying sticker once they were ten feet outside the store.

I was tempted to peer closer and read the labels to determine what people couldn’t wait till home or their cars to listen to but the smell and social stigma associated with lingering around a trash can were just too much for me.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.

Hmm, guess I just did.

My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.


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