I'm at one of my satellite offices; the Greenacres branch, and this guy is looking at the magazine racks, walking back and forth looking for a cover that will catch his interest.
He looks so happy; which reminds me of the time I was called on video "the game man" which didn't come out the way it was intended... I digress (like Richie from Boston)....
and this guy walks away without a choice of magazine. He's wiping his nose with a paper towel, and his back is rather hunched and he's got his pants pulled up to his nose- almost... but why shouldn't he be happy? Huh? What's to stop him?
Only him, I guess.
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