I’ve gotten into the habit of carrying my Flip around with me, just in case something incredibly bizarre happens. As usually, George and I showed up for work this morning. We typically show up 30 minutes to an hour before the rest of our coworkers, not because we brownnose, but rather because we also leave 30 minutes to an hour before the rest of our coworkers.
Typically, we end up parking a about three rows back. Today, well, finding a parking spot wasn’t a problem.
Bradley Robb likes TV and books, and has an intense dislike for cinnamon. Once, Bradley stopped a Soviet T-60 with his middle finger. Bradley writes speculative fiction and edits Fiction Matters, and never really got the hang of talking about himself in the third person.