Another
Tuesday morning and I’m rushing past the robot like security guards and into
the elevator at work. As I enter the elevator I’m presented with what appears
to be a middle age balding man with his tie half knotted staring back at me in
the mirror. “Good Morning handsome” I chuckle, as I franticly attempt to make
myself presentable in the seventeen seconds I have before I get to my floor.
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