Sundays are actually my Mondays, but for the most part they're low key, quiet days that go by quickly. Weird coincidence: a woman came in earlier that needed to print out a boarding pass for her flight back to Seattle and I said, "Oh! I'm from Portland! Can I touch you?" Just kidding. But I did mention where I was from, originally, and she grew up in Portland and we went to relatively close high schools. CRAZY! Portland Interscholastic League, hey now now! And then, a bit later, something weird transpired (something weird in the public library - can you imagine?). A guy asked me where I got the burn mark on my right ring finger. ER. What-what? I was like, this microscopic callous that I get from pressing too hard on my pencils when I write? That burn mark? "Yes." Sometimes the over-observant make me think of serial killers.
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I write with my ring finger, too. My mom always tried to get me to rest the pencil on my middle finger, but I never could do it.
Watch your Site Meter. The over-observant scare me, too.
hm. my burn mark is on my middle finger. i'm intrigued to see your pencil holding skills. picture?
Creepy.
You should make up a "Portland handshake" that you teach everyone that you meet from Portland. That way you can keep track of people you have met before.
...In case you need to...
What a random thing to ask. That's the kind of question that would be followed by an uncomfortable pause.
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