10.04.2007

A piece of meat

Ever walk in a place and feel like you were a savory, plump piece of meat just waiting to be pounced upon by a bunch of ravenous carnivores?

I felt like that today visiting a local D-town print shop.

"As God is my witness," I will never wear a skirt on a vendor visit again. Period.

(P.S. I'm quite positive that this had nothing to do with me personally but instead had everything to do with the fact that I was a young, strange woman.)