I was standing at the light waiting to cross the street on my way to work this morning, and some guy came up on my right. He said something that didn’t quite penetrate through the foggy exhaust created by my brain churning away in its own little world, but apparently he thought it was important because he said it again:

"Nice shoes."

I was feeling tired and introverted, and also a little confused (because, really, they’re pretty boring shoes), so I just said, “Thanks.” Then he wandered away.

Also, I’m quitting my job.