Today, on the way home from work, I saw a smartly-dressed black guy. He was carrying a football, wearing a Montreal Expos baseball cap, and toting a Federal Trade Commission backpack. Wish I knew how that ensemble came together. Was he a Canadian emigre, employed at the FTC, on his way to a pickup football game on the Mall? Or was he a hipster with a taste for obscure government agencies and defunct baseball teams?
Yes, folks, this is the kind of crap I think about on a daily basis. And people wonder why I can't remember my own phone number.
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