It was Take Our Daughters and Sons to Work Day today, which was cool: I got no beef with the kids.
As I was leaving work, I saw a boy with his dad wandering around the lobby. The kid was walking around with his hands in his pants' pockets. He looked a little silly, but then it hit me: I can't walk around with my hands in my pants' pockets.
It is really stupid to be bothered by this because I don't want to walk around with my hands in my pockets, and I obviously have bigger things to worry about.
But I am still a little frustrated: stupid kid.
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1 comment:
I am sure that Joe D. would rather drive a wheelchair then walk around with his hands in his pockets. The kid just isn't as cool as your nephew!
sdt
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