Heather....Lady Street

I've a deep suspicion that attractive women are laughing at me, not with me. Oh well, I suppose it could be worse; they could all burst into tears.

Heather is as cheery as her kelly green bag, perhaps more so today she tells me, because it's wear-jeans-to-work Friday at her office. And she's gracious, pausing after lunch to allow an old man to take a photo "for his blog." Even as I ask I fear: will this be interpreted as the new "would you like to see my etchings?"

Indeed, I only risk humiliation for science, dear ladies on Lady Street--please believe me!