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There are 3 functioning elevator banks at work. I have seen them all go up and down.
So why am I always being directed to the one with the padded walls?

Have I gone insane and no-one has bothered to tell me, or is this some sort of harbinger of insanity to come?

I would have thought that after this summer I had paid my karmic debt to society.
Of course on occassion I still put my foot in it. I am, on occassion, prone to making wild assumptions and snarky observations. Do you really think I could have been friends with Eric and Derek and Ryan for sooooo many years without having some of my own built-in snark as well as keen appreciation for their unique perspectives on the human condition?

Next to those three I’m not even a contender. Besides, I’d like to think of myself as a relatively decent human being who is actually quite kind to the average person.(Not, mind you, that those 3 are not decent human beings – snarky != bad person)
Sometimes, however, well, you just gotta let it loose. Especially in Madison.

I love this city to death and I’m delighted to not be surrounded by uber-conservative bumper stickers plastered to H2’s and BMW SUVs, but sometimes you just have to roll your eyes at the old car being held together no less than 20 bumper stickers professing a deep interest in telling you to share the road with bicycles driven by vegan wiccans who want no war for oil but want the Goddess to bless the whole damn world while sending Crawford, Texas back it’s Village Idiot. In retrospect, that is still better than the little POS car I saw in Virginia a few years back with the bumper sticker that said “Warning: In Case of Rapture this car will be unmanned” driven by a woman who looked like she might be a little mentally unbalanced.

Ah, Madison…