started out the work day noticing a few new people.
one of them made me think back to what i had heard in class just a few hours before.
"you can walk into the new york subway and see somebody that could easily resemble a neandertal".
well. my prof doesn't believe it, simply due to the fact that he sees Homo sapiens and neandertals and two separate species, but while at work, i found truth in that statement.
it was in the form of this old man. somewhat hunched, with arms hanging (hunching isnt necessarily a neandertal characteristic, but, however, adds to the effect). this guy had a huge brow ridge full of wrinkles and a fat nose. something of a troll, if you ask me.

but heres the problem with first impressions. i gave the guy a slight smile as he walked by. its what i do for about anybody i dont know well enough to give a cheerful hello to. the guy just walks by.
but the second time he walked by, he gave a heavy hello.
then we actually had a conversation about me and school, which is usually the start of any conversation over there because the job is usually slow enough to be buried in a book. but anyway.

the guy goes off about mayan ruins in mexico (cool shit) and how his duaghter went into the peace corps.
and heres the actual point of the story.
the daughter went to swaziland for her peace corps adventure. the guy was about to explain where swaziland lies on a map, but i kinda shrugged it off letting him know i knew where it was.
well, hell. now it seems that my point is pointless. all i was trying to get across was the fact that i enjoy being aware of the location of whatever country somebody may have visited or had some sort of story about.

what a profound statement. my bad.
always sounds better in the head.