From an email to Becca as I sat in my old JUF office on March 10, 2005:
This exchange seriously just happened.
Allen (large man, same green sweatshirt and dark sunglasses every day).
Random woman (well-dressed, limping down the hall.)
Allen: What happened to your leg?
RW: Oh, my foot’s asleep.
Allen: Well. Glad it’s just that and nothing more serious.