Inspired by odd todd

It’s weird being one of Those Guys.

Those Guys were always the ones that were in the restaurant when you came in for lunch, and were still there when you left. They read the paper for hours on end, write in their little books, stare off blankly into space from time to time, and generally don’t seem to be in a hurry to get anywhere. Those Guys, you now know, are the unemployed masses, of which I am now a card-carrying member.

It’s literally as if I am the axis of a little world…not because I am the all-important center, rather because existence moves around me, while I remain still.

Then again, I could be languishing in another meeting…

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