After the travails of cross country travel, I was denied the pleasure of posting to this site last night due to an utterly uncooperative and technology challenged hotel (I believe someone said, "Just give it some time to warm up." Huh?!).
Fortunately, I'm attending a medical trade show and these extravaganzas offer physicians access to an internet cafe. I am pretending to be a doctor, if only to poke my head in to tell you that Judy Collins was on my flight yesterday. She was in first class; I was in steerage. However, as I exited the plane and strode through first class, she was gathering up her bags to leave. I offered her the opportunity to step into the aisle and she looked up at me and declined. And Graham Nash was right. Her blue eyes are staggering. She looked like a fragile old lady swathed in a peach wrap with fine linen like skin, but the eyes were those of a young girl.
An aged psychiatrist clutching a vente Starbucks is standing first in line and eyeing me suspiciously. I clearly don't belong, I'm cutting into his precious time and he knows it. He's cranky and wants to check his e-mail. I'll be back later.
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3 comments:
Maybe they thought that the computer you wanted to use has vaccum tubes? :)
Those psych dr's are so full-of-shit. Tell him to take his Prozac and relax a minute or you'll shove your stethoscope up his ass.
Karen is salty today! Go, girl!
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