if you wanna sing out...
musings from the dancing queenWednesday, February 25, 2004
Schmutz
That's right. You heard it folks. Schmutz, like "you gotta a little schmutz on your face sweetie. why don't we take a napkin to your face and smudge it right off?" That's how my boss describes the ashes she saw on people's foreheads today. They're a little schmutzy. Sure, it takes a second. You're sitting there on the elevator saying to yourself, "dang, that lady should take a little clearasil to get that dirt off her forehead." then, you realize. mrs. adams from the 8th floor and mister shapiro from the 9th both have schmutz. did I not get the schmutz memo? nah, i did. i did the whole "after work schmutz," 'cept work was over sort of late and I got schmutzed before I left for the second time. alas. schmutz ain't so bad really. i kind of like it.
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