As I was leaving work today, I passed Ben. Ben works about two rows away and later hours so he was headed back to his desk. He didn't go the way I came, though, he walked down THE HALL.
It would make a better story if I had never seen or used THE HALL, but come on, I have been in the building since it opened in 2001. I have been down it a handful of times, I use it rarely, though, because you have to open a big glass door.
I just wish I could use THE HALL. It would only save me a few seconds, I know. It's a stupid little thing -- I actually dreamed during my post-work nap about filing an ADA complaint about it and the lawyer just laughed.
Monday, March 17, 2008
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