Friday, May 10, 2013

You Know, for the Police Sketch

"Hey," says the guy I've never seen before suddenly appearing by the water cooler as I'm filling up my water bottle first thing in the morning. I pull back sharply, and find myself making a quick mental inventory of him: white, balding, glasses, yellow and orange plaid short sleeve shirt, kinda short, khakis, boat shoes (what my parents used to call "topsiders").

"Oh sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he says mildly.

"You didn't," I lie, smiling, heart pounding.

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