Yesterday I had a perfect commute: cloudless and windless with a temperature that was ideal. As I was leaving the office, by way of the main entrance, I was accosted by a dozen co-workers who sang a quick birthday song- the one that goes, "This is your birthday song, It isn't very long." I don't know why I always find that so amusing. It was probably the best harmonizing that crew had ever been able to muster. Then again, a few key employees were missing from the spectacle. Bottom line: I had to endure no snide comments about looking like "a bug," and they neglected to make any references to my biking attire.
Progress has been made.
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