Khan the Destroyer has left. So has my coworker Tommy. The two of them moved into a nice home near Capitol Hill, leaving me in this little basement apartment with an empty bedroom.
That’s no good, so Tommy wrote up an ad on Craig’s List to help me find a new roommate. We got a pretty diverse crop of candidates.
One from Russia, another from France. Lawyers, nurses, students, journalists, professional boxers. Yep, I got one woman named Mary who says she is neat, quiet, not a drug addict (always a plus) and she beats people up for a living.
Another woman, Elsa, wanted to bring her pet snake, which she assures me has not had a “mishap” with any other roommates before. Um, no thanks.
One guy promised that he was “not interested in any riff raff.” I almost gave him the room just because I love the phrase riff raff. I need to use that more often.
Another said: “I am not a slob at all — not that anything is wrong with that.”
After sorting through them all, one person shot right to the top.
All I will say right now is that she is from Utah and she likes basketball. And that makes her OK with me.
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But is she interested in riff raff?
PS> My mother wanted me to pass on the message that she is VERY happy your picture in the Trib now has you in a tie. She had been quite bothered for quite some time to see you popping up between the columns in jeans and a sweatshirt. I told her it was to portray you as a hard-hitting, pavement-pounding, undercover newsman reporting from places where it's too dangerous to wear a tie.
She wasn't buying the "embedded" theory and just wanted you in a shirt and tie.
She seems happier now...
Matt in a Shirt and tie:)...Sucker for his girl or the boss who knows?
Randy
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