Falling Down

There are unconfirmed reports that someone in my office acts differently when she's around me and has started dressing better. Frankly, I don't see it, but an unidentified source says she's just shy. Then there was a first hand account of "The Long Gaze Incident" forty-eight hours ago, only to be replaced the next day by the "Hours of the Cold Shoulder." Several pundits advise "don't eat where you shit," while others advise a more flexible but careful strategy.

Crap.