Monday, November 21, 2005
I got to see the White Sox's World Series trophy at City Hall today. I was about two feet away from it, and although it was for the wrong team, it still gave a little thrill. It's very pretty, smaller than I expected, with a soft golden glow. A tall dorky guy with coffee was there, giving every indication that he would hover near that trophy all day and consider it part of his assigned duties. He kept trying to engage me in annoying conversation, and seemed to be purposely getting in my way as I tried to take a good picture. Some people just don't pick up on those polite-but-clipped phrases that strongly imply "Not interested! Please stop talking to me!" When I left, he was lounging against the wall with his coffee. Your tax dollars at work!