On my way to work today, I got leered at by a chap in his sixties, with a large paunch and a cigarette hanging from a corner of his spectacularly unkissable mouth. I recoiled slightly, I'm afraid, but then smiled politely and went on my way. Seriously, though, a man like that must have an amazing ego to try his "charms" on ladies half his age. Actually, a lot of men must have amazing egos, in that case. I mean, do these chaps really think that sort of arrogant, pushy behaviour works on wome--
In happier news, when I came into my office I discovered that the cleaner has been secretly been watering my plants every day for me, because she "likes the green." ♥
ETA: Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a surreal day? I just opened my e-mail to find an earnest plea from some dude asking Professor nanila to read his physics paper.