True story.
I am posting on my B-Berry from a diner in Manhattan (hence the unusual "no frills/no hues" look).
I come in for a quick breakfast and a quite hour alone before a long day of meetings with fashion mogul Mark Ecko. Seating is communal, and a 60-something guy in a ball cap sits down next to me and tries to strike up a conversation and show me pictures of his trip to Washington, D.C.(!!!!)
After a few polite grunts (so sue me; I cherish my "alone time"), I finally say:
"I'm really sorry, but I'm blogging now."
He looks at me with concern, and asks (seriously!):
"Uh, is that contagious?"
"Horribly!" I reply.
He gets up and moves to another seat on the other side.
Peace on earth.
