The Pink Shoe Diaries

so, my boss used to be in the mob.


usually this is of no consequence around here. the past is the past, as it were. he has made his amends.


however, every so often his "past" comes back to bother us. this morning a scruffy, squat-looking man came into the office and demanded to see my boss (who we will call Matthew for the story's sake). since he is a in cape cod, i said that wouldn't be possible. he demanded to see him, as if being mean would make my boiss materialize,. i told him that my boss was away for the weekend, at which point he put his hands on my desk and demanded that I give him Matthew's cell phone #, claming that they were "old friends". I told him that I don't give out Matthew's cell phone number to anyone. He said a few expletives and then asked me if I knew what a "real Estate Blacklist" was. when i said i didn't, he said "well you will!" and then stormed out.


of course this would have been infinitely more scary if he didn't go outside, unchain his little blue bike from the meter post, and pedal off down the street.