So, not only did J.’s pen leak onto a pair of really nice suit pants, but my khaki trousers have turned up with a strange black slash of mystery gunk on one leg. And while J.’s is an isolated incident, mine is something considerably more annoying.
Ever since I started working in this office, these black or gray streaks have been turning up on my trousers. Always on the left side, always noticed at some point in the morning, and always from an unknown source. I’ve checked everything! My desk and chair aren’t to blame, it’s not my car, it’s not from food, it’s not anything in my flat…I’m completely at a loss. And so, another trip to the dry cleaner’s is in order, and still no explanation to give them.
On an unrelated note, J. and I liked Cirque du Soleil in Vegas so much that when we heard they were coming to our area, we jumped on buying tickets. And then completely forgot about the date we chose. The performance was wednesday…we remembered yesterday morning. Sigh.