My assigned work station is positioned right up against a very large window. I sit at sidewalk level.The student Rec center is across the street, Wharton is right next door, and I should be reading.
I don’t know where they are going, I don’t know where they have been, but often times I can guess. I see direction, dress, and manner and I’m confident I can figure it close enough… maybe.
I want to know this guy. That is his car. He put something in the trunk, got in, and drove off. Plenty would like to know him because he owns that car.
I want to know him because he owns that car and wears that beard. I can only assume he is the Santa Claus of hedge fund investors and angel investors. He spends his off season next door.
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How do you think Santa can afford to pay those elves and for all those gifts?
I’m sure flying reindeer ain’t chep eather.