When I finally did get to the office, good old Dorothy was whistling a merry tune and banging away on her computer like there was no tomorrow. She looked so calm and at peace and happy. I, on the other hand, looked like a fugitive from an off-Broadway revival of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. She greeted me like she had heavily makeup-ed men explode through her front door wearing pajama bottoms with a tie and no jacket every day.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 