It had been a good day, Desmond mused, as he sat on the bus traveling home. Jeans Day had been a success – he felt smart in his ironed denims, but more than that, the young girl with mousey brown hair who ordered the stationery had said hello to him in the corridor. He replayed the moment over in his head – “Hello Desmond,” she’d said. She’d used his name. Desmond pressed back into the seat of the juddering bus, enjoying again the feelings that moment brought to him.
The bus left the freeway and began its winding tour of the suburbs. Desmond looked down in his seat; he was very pleased with these black jeans. Resting on his lap was his new book which he hadn’t started, “How to be an Information Worker for Dummies ™”.
