It was the kind of Friday afternoon that felt like sunshine: an early departure from work and the anticipation of a pleasant weekend; the perfect warmth of early fall; and the satisfaction of idea-becoming-action as a group of my coworkers drove to a local game shop to look at Dungeons & Dragons dice. We were preparing for our first voluntary socializing outside of work, and I was giddy to be initiatied into the next phase of my nerdom. When I’m not feeling, you know, depressed, I carry some golden-retriever energy. So I was I expressing my joy at the chance to spend more time with the people I spent most my time with (they are very cool nerds) by singing overly loud to my car stereo.
I laughed aloud, at first, when I saw the Honda Accord. Usually, it’s the belching, over-sized diesel trucks that strap on an American flag in a demonstration that could, in other circumstances, convey the jovial patriotism of July 4th, but in the modern landscape feels more like a…
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