What are you laughing at?

I've said before that my true mission in life is to entertain the masses. I mean, even when I'm writing about crappy depressing stuff like death and going blind and people rotting away in prison despite gross violations of their constitutional rights and shit, I really just want to make the whole world laugh.

So I think I should be pleased -- flattered, even -- to have brought so much joy to those I passed on my way to work today. Apparently, there is something deeply entertaining about the sight of a young (please!) woman dressed in a sunny-bright sweater set over a jaunty pair of capri pants and with freshly-painted toenails peeking out from a pair of not-too-strappy-for-work sandals going about the business of her morning commute. From the bus stop to the Sixteenth Street Mall to the Starbucks, and even to the very door of my very office, the laughter, the jokes, and the wise-cracks echoed in my wake.

What is so freakin' funny about my cute little Springtime ensemble, anyway? It's almost April, after all, and one of those glorious, no-clouds, mid-70s days that Colorado does oh-so-well.

Maybe it was the snowshoes?

Comments

[Dawn]

Oh no! Shame on me for asking to borrow your snowshoes this weekend. Thank you so much for enduring the laughter-filled commute on my behalf! :)