OK, not really.
Today, I wore a pure white shirt, a tie, and braces to work (OK, pants, too); looked pretty snappy. On the way to lunch today, walking the vast distance of about 50 feet, it was drizzling. Big deal. All of a sudden, the front of my shirt looked like somebody had flicked a fountain pen at me and I had black ink dots down the front of the shirt. A few on my glasses. On my face. A few other people got this too, to varying degrees (one a lot worse than me). What the fuck?
Well you know when there is a lot of dust in the air and then it rains it looks like it has rained mud? Bingo. Only this was coal dust from some boiler they are dismantling nearby. Sweet. Thanks.
16 January 2006
it's raining men
