Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Regular

Call me crazy, but there's something vaguely gratifying about being waved past the doors by the security dude so that I don't have to show my ID.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

I would prefer to walk up to a bar and have the bartender set down my favorite drink...but I guess knowing the security guy at my office will have to do for now.

Not-So-Naughty Voyeur said...

Wait until you're 38 and buying a bottle of whine and the weenie at the register cards you. I'm not flattered, do I look dumb? But, I'm old and cranky and HATE digging things out of my wallet.