I commuted this morning.
I slung my briefcase over my shoulder this morning, whistled for the dog, and commuted down the alley.
This white thing is the official Chez Munshi Shack:
Admittedly, every time I come to the front door, I feel like I’m being incarcerated:
But it’s not so bad when you walk in:
Hard at work:
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Hey,
This documentation of your maiden commute was awhile ago. We’re you kidnapped or something? BTW, I got a gig as copywriter. There’s just no accounting for some people’s taste.