A Reminder

.. that I am in Texas. I was coming back from a meeting, at which I stared at the soles of the cowboy boots of a yankee VP who enjoys putting his feet up on the conference table (”were you raised in a barn?”), when I almost stepped on a scorpion. It blended in very well with the carpet. Somehow the scorpion had made its way up to our 2nd floor, air-conditioned office. I asked someone if they thought it took the elevator. A fellow at my work claimed it was “just a baby” and picked it up with a tissue and walked downstairs to put it outside.

I have yet to be stung by a scorpion, but I hear it hurts like hell. Eventually I will be, and on that day I will be a little bit more Texan. I’m not sure I’m entirely down with that, but it seems to be the way things go down here.