The New Guy

The new guy at work looks so indie (how indie is he?) that I almost asked
him if he’d listened to any Death Cab for Cutie today. $20 says he had.
Though, come to think of it, so did I. Hmmm.

If I were casting an indie boy in a movie, I’d cast him, but he’s a gentle
soul type, not the black legging jeans wearing, emo star tattoo sporting,
product-dirty hair styling, urban outfitted, Black Dice listening, Bedford
Avenue type. God, I hate Bedford Avenue.

But, no way am I going to have a crush on him. Uh-uh. Lesson(s) learned.
Fortunately, they stashed him away in an office so I won’t get to know him.

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