Off the mark, but still depressing.
Cabbie (picking me up at the SF office at midnight): So, are you a lawyer or an investment banker?
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3 comments:
SF office? No hour long commute?
Well, at least he didn't mistake you for a hooker. That would've been VERY uncool.
ennis: My commute has never been an hour!
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