i saw you
i saw you walking from the farragut north metro to your office. i can only assume from your carefully cultivated quirky image, that you dislike being labeled a suit; i appreciate that. i dont like being a suit either, but it doesnt change the fact that i, like you, am indeed a suit (on the outside). but listen up tiny tim: unless you are going to play me some tip toe through the tulips, pack the ukulele away for a special occasion, like playing tiny bubbles at at the retirement homes monthly bingo extravaganza.