Wednesday, December 17, 2003

There's a garage that I always walk by on my way to work. It's on the same block. There's a security guard that stands out there. 25? 26? maybe... not sure.

I used to just walk by. But then we started making eye contact, because I walk by at least 4 times a day, so we started smiling. And now we've moved on to saying "hi."

The weather is so freakin cold, and he has to stand out there all day. I want to be a nice person like Isabel and buy him a cup of coffee. (She buys her doorman cookies). But 2 things are preventing me from actually following through. 1. I don't know how he takes his coffee. 2. I DON'T WANT HIM TO THINK I'M HITTING ON HIM!!!

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