critical hipster astounds with sunglasses
April 14, 2003 01:07 PM

I kept wondering this morning why everyone in the parking lots at work was staring at me. I came in, stares. Walked around the office, no stares. Went to another office, stares on the way to and from the car. No stares inside.

What is this, I ask myself [feeling very David Byrne]?

It turns out that I, critically hip as I am, have been wearing giant pink-lensed plaid sunglasses and simply haven't been paying attention to this fact.

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