a couple weeks ago, i surprised my press rep (the dude i call at the actual place they print our paper) by asking for two runs with very little notice. to those of you not in publishing, it’s kind of like scheduling a 1 hour hair appointment, then calling your stylist and saying, actually, i need another dye job, so let's make it 3 hours. luckily, he was able to accommodate the paper, and i apologized profusely and asked if i should send cookies (ha ha). he jokingly replied “Yes, oatmeal please.”
today he got a box of homemade oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, courtesy yours truly.
the best part is, i didn’t tell him i was sending them, so he saw this box arrive and thought it was some examples of bad printing or other complaint. then he opened them up and called me :)
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in other news, Rockville is a crazy town. not only can people NOT drive here, last week i saw a big dude in a faded polo shirt walking down the street in a pink sombrero (and it was a BIG sombrero). and yesterday i was turning into a parking lot when a pedestrian stopped in the middle of the entry way and did some kind of ... stretching? it was really weird, he just stopped and put the side of his foot against the ground and leaned on it, then he flipped to the inside of his foot (and i mean 90° ankle angle) and did the same. it was a few seconds of this before he realized i was there and moved out of the roadway.
strange birds about.
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