New York shoesLast Tuesday I got off work 15 minutes later than usual, I rushed-out the elevator and my heels went tak tak tak tak as it touches the marble floors of Figueroa Tower’s famous Sky Lobby. I passed by a man and a woman both in power clothes, the guy turned his head towards me and said “Hmmm…New York Shoes.” I smiled and continued walking with the echo of my heels’ tak tak…I wanted to tell the guy my Kenneth Cole are not New York shoes, they are mother’s shoes (rushing home).
Power Dressing
Speaking of the man and the woman above, I admire men and women who power dress. I'd like to dress like them but my income restricts me…sad. I just dress within the confines of my salary level.
Power Eater
Speaking of power, I am a power eater. At home and at work, I eat fast. All you can eat buffet don’t count.
Tail-gaiters
I don’t like them. One afternoon as I approach the freeway entrance, a truck in front of me suddenly stopped, thanks to my courtesy, I was able to manage a smooth stop. The man behind stepped on his breaks, screeched his tires so loud, and left only a hair-thin space between my bumper and his. We were both stunned for a few seconds…then he maintained his distance.
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