So I am headed out to my car for my lunch today, a thing I do pretty much every day that I work. Yesterday was our first snow, so there is still a light dusting here and there, and the air is crisp. As I exit the building and head to my car, about two rows ahead of me, a stocky Asian man is briskly trotting across the parking lot. He is wearing a full French maid outfit complete with fishnet stockings and heels, and he is carrying a plastic cup full of bubble tea, I assume back to his car. I think to myself: “There’s something you don’t see every day.”
—Patrick
—Patrick