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Well-Meaning
I dropped my mom off at the airport this morning. Did a quick drop-off of some old action figures to a friend whose son will probably like them, and then went straight to work. And by "straight," I mean stopped in on my way up the hill at Handy's Lunch for pancakes and a McHandy.
Even with the pit stops, I got here an hour early. So now I get to leave at 3:00. Huzzah!
The thing I was going to work on, I can't -- forty minutes of interview, the client wants it to be five; there needs to be an exchange of ideas to ensure I pick the right five minutes -- but I have a pile of less important things I can do in the meantime.
What is it about interpretive dance with a socially conscious message that always makes me cringe so?
Even with the pit stops, I got here an hour early. So now I get to leave at 3:00. Huzzah!
The thing I was going to work on, I can't -- forty minutes of interview, the client wants it to be five; there needs to be an exchange of ideas to ensure I pick the right five minutes -- but I have a pile of less important things I can do in the meantime.
What is it about interpretive dance with a socially conscious message that always makes me cringe so?