opera-loving, wine-swilling, marathon-racewalking, crankypants linguist who is still waiting for a pony
Monday, January 14, 2008
marginally better than being called "sir"...I think
Last night I was down on the running path and this older guy held up his hand to stop me, obviously wanting to say something. I took out one ear bud and he exclaimed, in heavily Indian-accented English, "You look like...young Hillary!"
Fantastic. Because that, my friends, is exactly the hip and foxy look I am going for.
1 comment:
I'm just glad that photo is b&w, because I have a feeling those pants are BLINDING in color.
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