Sunday, October 25, 2009

From the garage I walk to security

A new person each and every day can't find or spell my name... But eventually we find my name and get a sticker with a picture of me that is so blurry you can't see it. Today I turned the tables and asked the poor security guy if I could take his picture. Apparently he had never seen an iPhone because he accused me of only pretending to take his picture. I ha to show him his picture... He thought I did a good job... (sometimes you have to find ways to amuse yourself!)

This is the elevator that takes me from the security level to bayta each day. I hate this elevator, but it is a means to an end.

-- Post From My iPhone

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