It's not that I meant to crash into my coworker's car. It's just that, well, there was something distracting me. So it really wasn't my fault. Really, it wasn't.
Allow me to explain.
It's not that I meant to crash into my coworker's car. It's just that, well, there was something distracting me. So it really wasn't my fault. Really, it wasn't.
Allow me to explain.
Bristling with tourists, shoppers, and teens, Market Street on a sunny Sunny afternoon could have almost been 42nd Street in Manhattan, sans the smell of hot dogs.
It's days like this that remind me of how much I love big cities.
What if I went to an art school for college? Kim just gave me this challenge:
For your next ramble — "What if…" The topic? Pick a person. ANY person — and play the game of "What if…" things had happened differently with this particular person.
While I could pick some long-lost friend or an ex-girlfriend and give you a real juicy story, I'm not going to. Buy me a beer one day and maybe I'll tell you that story. For now, let's see what would have happened if I had chosen to go to art school for college.