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June 20, 2006
A fop comes back down to earth.
I was locking the front door yesterday morning when our downstairs tenant stopped hosing down her minivan and wished me a good morning. I smiled and returned the greeting.
"You look very ... L.A. today," she said, looking me up and down.
I wore painter's jeans with frayed cuffs, a striped navy shirt and a tan gabardine sport coat. Orange Italian sneakers tied the ensemble together.
I checked myself out in a car window.
"Very L.A.? Well, thanks -- I guess."
Mary raised her left eyebrow one-sixteenth of an inch and cocked her head ever so slightly.
"No. Not really."
Posted by Your Protagonist at June 20, 2006 11:12 AM