Cobb Salad

After class today, I ran and grabbed a Cobb salad from the Blue Line Cafe in the TNRB. I sat down with my copy of The New York Times and was reading up on Obama's address to public school children. I was enjoying it, and felt that I was sincerely educating myself on what is going on in the world. And then ... Mr. Suave came around and asked if he could sit down with me. I smiled and said sure -- I guess I missed the flirting memo on the mission that said "smiling" and saying "sure" is a cue to start a conversation. No. I'm reading and eating my Cobb salad (no eggs... thank you Julie.)I was polite but aloof. I ate quickly because I was already late for work, and started to gather my things when he turned and asked me a few questions and asked if he could get to know me better. Smooth bud. I politely averted the question, wished him well, and ran out. My adrenaline helped me get up the Tanner building, sprinting, two steps at a time. Those are some mean stairs. I got to work, and am now writing about my experience. Moral of the story: eat Cobb salads.