Isn’t it a truism that everyone leaves Paris in August to go on vacation? San Francisco seems to have picked up on that idee this week. The streets aren’t empty, what with flocks of tourists wandering aimlessly, but I think the offices must be. Every email I send out bounces back with an immediate reply “I’m out of the office. Nyah, nyah, nyah.” None of my phone calls go anywhere except into voicemail. And our office here couldn’t be more empty if the plague had mowed through.
I can’t blame anyone, it’s a lovely day with the air cool and the sun warm and oh hell, I think I just might have to slime on out right now.
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