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I gotta say, I feel bad for any trick or treaters tonight. They're going to have to really want that candy. It's frickin' cold out. And the snow and ice and general blech involved? I mean I know it's free candy, but doesn't hot cocoa at home sound better.

It's official, I'm an adult.

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Ever have those days where nothing big happens but enough small things get under your skin that the only thing you can do is cry and then you feel moderately better, but now you have a headache? Yeah.

Pschos, Psychos everywhere

So the cap to my day, which, as I said, was unpleasant, was at Kinkoes. I was standing in line and the guy ahead of me turns around to chat while the clerk does his copies.

"So you play the guitar or just like it..." (Refering to a pendant I had on)
"Actually it's a mandolin, and no I don't play."
"Ah, the mandolin...Italian."
"I actually don't know."
"Oh, it's Italian...Rome...Romans [Yes, he did pause this much] Gotta watch out for the Romans. Can't bend down around them...them and the Greeks. They like men...I mean they like men like you're supposed to like women....Gotta be careful bending down around them. That kind of thing makes a man uncomfortable...The Greeks and the Romans, man....Imagine being a young Greek boy...caught in one of those bathhouses with some old, smelly, sweaty..."

"OK, that is ENOUGH!"

He just chuckled as if I couldn't have possibly been offended. Thankfully, right then another clerk finished up so I could get my stuff taken care of and get the hell out of there.