I'm approaching the intersection of Franklin and Columbia and some guy with a clipboard looks me square in the eye and says, "You look like someone who cares...about...saving things...?"  I say "eh" and keep walking.

Overheard:

(On Columbia St at approximately 5pm today)
girl on her phone: It is so hot here.  I'm dying.  Like, I am physically dying.

I wonder if this guy is still in middle school?  I think we'd really get along!

Enter:

Graduate Student