The sun is shining. I have a harper's under my arm. I am going to sit at a luch counter and read in the sunshine while I eat my lunch.
Someone stops me in the street and says hi. I recognize him from work. "You were at the Atwood thing, right?" Yeah, I also work in the building, so that is why i look familiar. "No, I mean, I have seen you around, but I am editing the peice and you are all over it. We had to use audience shots to fill in space, and you figure into a lot of them."
I work in the kind of building where (as kato said yesterday) you have to cross the street to avoid being on tv. I, for one, do not like the idea of being on tv. I hope my nose wasn't too shiny.