This morning at Starbucks (where else?) a fireman told me he liked my lipstick. Now, I can't help but wonder if that isn't inappropriate behaviour from an on-duty civil servant. But, who am I kidding? Like I care. The smarmy perv made my day. And then I left the coffee shop and a big gust of wind nearly tore my skirt off and when I frantically clutched at my hem I dropped my pricey grande latte. I blame the fireman. Stupid flattery led to an engorging of my ego which in turn led to immediate castigation from God. Thanks a fucking lot smokey.