Talk about a good hair day…
11 02 2007Thursday morning I’m heading to work as usual.¬† I descend the bus at Stockton and Grant and proceed on my leisurely stroll to the office.¬† There’s a Mont Blanc store at the corner of Maiden Lane and Grant that’s been under construction and so when I see a number of construction workers outside it’s no surprise…
One of them is fumbling with a stack of blueprints and right before I get to him he emphatically spits out “Fuck!”.¬† He looks up at me in a Navy Blue suit and tie and says “Sorry.”¬† A little perplexed at his need to apologize for speaking, let alone to me, I walk past thinking nothing of it. After I pass him and I am about to turn the corner I hear, “I thought that was the mayor…”
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Perhaps… ?
I don’t know if thats a compliment or not. Didn’t he just have a press conference to apoligize for an affair he was having that was discovered? Bit of a scondral if you as me but then again he is a politican so go fig!
You’re the mayor of my heart.
Ha! That’s the funniest thing. Today I ran into a guy I too thought was the mayor, but it wasn’t. Maybe it was you!
If you ask me, the shirt you’re wearing in that photo is cooler than your hair… but you didn’t ask, so I’m not just saying…
…wish you were here. =>