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Despite the fact all
humans are Homo sapiens, I often find myself surprised that I share
even an iota of chromosomal similarity to those around me. That guy
in the suit with slicked back hair? The dude in the open-neck Gucci
getup? That Amazonian chick dripping in cosmetics and hundred-dollar-an-ounce
stink? I just want a beer and a good plate of fries. What are they
looking for? And do they actually expect to find it here amongst the
other human tragedies? To my utter surprise I did find that
beer and some sort of okay appetizer or other, and even got to enjoy
it in a nice outdoor space overlooking what I can only assume is Bryant
Park. I got particular joy in looking back to see some giant publishing
hag wearing shoes that cost more than my college education drooling
over our table. That's right; sweat it out, biatch! Needless to say,
this isn't normally my kind of place, but the atmosphere in my little
friend-bubble was actually quite pleasant. It was a little uncomfortable
watching some dude's face turn pink and then red and then purple as
he stood in the heat, refusing to loosen his tie, but that's what
you get when you sell what little soul you have to count money for
a living. [MF]
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