Monday, August 17, 2009

Looking Again

I worked with the guy in college, on campus. Janitors in the Student Center.
He complained a lot and stood around just as much, chatting with folks as if
that was more important than the task set before our crew. I didn't like him.

A couple years later when in graduate school with a new wife, new friends,
I ran into him at a party. Something had changed: he was no longer angry,
hair longer, mellow, content, working at being engaging. I didn't trust him.

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