Postcards From Myopia...

Earlier this afternoon I was on campus chatting with a few profs. I was on my way from one office to another when I began approaching a prof I knew (more so through Kim as he is one of the Prof's she works with). Well, Dr. T as I shall call him, was talking to someone (young girl, brown hair, pony-tail, nice butt,). As I passed behind them, (her backside, with him facing me), I said hello to him and quickly went through the stairwell door thinking to myself "too bad I didn't run into Kim".

Moments later my phone buzzes...
Me - "Hey, where are you?"
Her - "Just going to do 'the moths'
Me - "I was just there"
Her - "Oh, I was just talking with 'Dr. T'"
Me - processing, processing, ding

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Moral of the Story - you can still consider yourself happily married if you don't recognize your wife, as long as you think the 'stranger' has a nice butt.