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My day at the DFTU (don’t’ fuck this up) client ended early. So I got some chipotle and then headed to the train station to catch the commuter back to bawlmer.  When I got to union station I noticed that I had 45 mins until the train was leaving. Hmm what to do. Yeah you know what to do.

So at the bar in the middle (literally) of union station, I’m flanked on one side by a guy in a suit messing around with his razr and drinking a double stoli on the rocks. Oddly though he has a huge ass back packing backpack behind his chair.

On the other side is group of business men’s business men. I’m guessing defense contractors. All boozing it up, midday (god bless them). It was like a window back in to 1976 or something. I heard some very sweet old school bidness man talk. Now what’s funny is that they weren’t old school bidness men (you sick of bidness instead of business yet?)  they were young is guys, but just full on dirt bags. Some great exchanges I over heard:

She has a certain joy for life–
Is she a hooker?
No- I mean I don’t’ think money exchanges hands, but something does, fluids, pleasure…
Oh so she’s a mattress gymnast!
Something like that, or in the convertiable, or at the beach or in the bathroom at the holiday party…
Oh I like her already.

I dunno, i just got an voice mail from unibrow got I don’t’ want to talk to him.

Oh oh ! look at the one in green, man, she can keep her head that’s fine with me.
What?
I mean she can keep her head on, you don’t’ need to cut it off below the chin, she’s alright.

I’ll tell you that’s why they don’t let women on the bridge in the navy, there’s be too many ships hitting each other.

The best part was when Jenkins [or some name] was trying to explain to Wilkins [or some name] how he didn’t even understand that he didn’t understand. What a MO MO.

Ok see you on the train, or if not, I’ll see you next Tuesday at least.
What’s next Tuesday?
Happy hour.
Oh.