Private Eye Argentum
2005-04-06 - 11:33 p.m.
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I dress like a private eye these days.
Thrusday I arrived at work in a dark brown vintage leather coat, light beige short sleeved polyester leisure shirt with white t-shirt underneath, olive narrow whaled corduroy pants, black socks with an argyle-like stripe of gray and beige diamonds down one side, black soft leather shoes, and, of course, dark Rolling Stone shades covering my eyes and unshaven with a day's growth.
I ran my ID through the scanner then rattled the door as it didn't open. Whoops, maybe I got fired. Nope, took it this time.
I glanced at the mirror as I walked in and caught my appearance out of the corner of my eye, then walked past the reception desk, only to stop, stick my head around the corner.
"Good morning." I said to the nearsighted receptionist.
"Hi, how are you?" she asked briskly.
"Fine, how are you?" I asked, walking up the stairs.
"Fine, thanks!" she replied.
And I started my day.
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