"It's wrong on so many levels that it's 3-D."
That's a gem I picked up from a bloke in the elevator this afternoon. At the time I thought it was just about the lamest thing I'd ever heard (well, besides the circumstances of the recent demise of Gov. Eliot Spitzer, and the musical stylings of his hooker), but I managed to trump that on the train home. Yes, I'd had a lot to drink at work (weekly dinner/happy hour), but I can't even use that excuse to justify my ridiculous behaviour.
I was looking up answers to the New York Times crossword puzzle on my blackberry, in public.
I know, I know.
The man sitting next to me on the train was horrified. So much so, that I think he threw up a little in his mouth. Or maybe I imagined that. Or maybe it was actually me who did that.
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