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In front of me on the jetway, trying to get the heckarino out of Florida, is a group of Young Urban Professionals. The one that looks the youngest sort of waves his briefcase under the nose of one of the others and says "hey, you want my briefcase?"
Everyone, including myself, looks perplexed at this.
"Uh, no. What would I want with your briefcase?"
"It's green."
I check and, sure enough, it is.
"I sent someone's assistant to get it and he thought it was black in the store. Now I've paid $25 for this bag and it's green and I'll only be able to wear neutral suits."
I look at the group of them, mostly dressed in black or grey but a couple, daringly, wearing pinstripes. Neutral suits? I wonder. Like, if his briefcase wasn't green, he'd wear yellow?
Everyone, including myself, looks perplexed at this.
"Uh, no. What would I want with your briefcase?"
"It's green."
I check and, sure enough, it is.
"I sent someone's assistant to get it and he thought it was black in the store. Now I've paid $25 for this bag and it's green and I'll only be able to wear neutral suits."
I look at the group of them, mostly dressed in black or grey but a couple, daringly, wearing pinstripes. Neutral suits? I wonder. Like, if his briefcase wasn't green, he'd wear yellow?
