Post a Comment On: A Nod to Nothing

I walked out of the building today behind a woman who was mincing along at a pace I almost couldn't slow down enough to match. High heels. Black skirt. Tiny designer purse held up and out above waist level. And a big ugly Nike backpack so old the color had gone from bright blue to something closer to stone-washed denim. I'm pretty sure whatever illusion or image is being cultivated is destroyed by the backpack. Fortunately, she'll get some validation by the guy who directs traffic.