Ongoing sporadic journal of the overeducated, and underemployed. The title derived from Coupland’s description of cubicle land; the corporate ghetto. Random photos and thoughts. Left the ghetto, never happier. This still a work in progress

13 March 2015

HEB Montrose has the most entertainment of all area grocery stores. Last week a little possibly 5ft, tells “me tall –person reach, that for me, no filters-kind of brilliant.
Today a blonde walks by carrying 2 6 packs under each arm. I offer a hand.  “ A woman after me heart, need a hand?”
Thanks’, but I am just headed to express check-out I am good” She answers.
“Marry me?” I counter.
“You would leave me when the beer ran out” She answers.
I say “In my case that’s probably a good thing, when you’re talking about me.”
 She walks over gives me a kiss on the cheek, and goes to checkout

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