Sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong time....and the wrong place....on a very strange planet...
....or maybe these cranky pants are a little too tight right now....
I was in a conversation with a younger colleague earlier this week who happened to compliment me on my skin and its youthful appearance. I shot back the stock response, "Yeah, but there's a portrait in the attic that looks like shit right about now...." and waited for the laugh.
There was a loooooonng, uncomfortable pause while she cocked her head like the RCA dog and looked at me quizzically.
"...you know, 'The Portrait of Dorian Gray'....?" I prompted.
"Oh. Who's she?"
Sweet Jeebus.
If anyone wants me, I'll be in my study, mourning the American intellect.
RM
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