In my office late this evening (Heather’s picking me up, but she’s “waiting for a map to come off the plotter”—code for “making me sit around for an extra half hour”), I’m reading the restaurant section of the New York Times online. There’s something about reviews of restaraunts I’ll never visit that I sort of enjoy (dinner for two at Masa for $1,000). And I like the occasional recipe, too.
So I’m reading about risotto, and at about the same time I realize that a senior faculty member is standing in my doorway, I see that the entire right third of my browser window is filled with a close-up of enormous breasts only barely contained by a frilly bra. It’s a special Valentine’s Day ad for Victoria’s Secret, of course.
Lesson for the day: Boss-key!