Me Financial Analyst, You?
Have you ever been working outside, then come in, wet, eyes burning with sweat, dirt up to your elbows, clothes all limp, and then in some kind of postmodern atavistic way, think, “Man, I really need a shower?”
Not just, “It’s time for my shower,” or, “I should shower,” but needing to shower?
And then you brush off the arm dirt and blog about it before taking your shower?