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December 18, 2007
I met a man in a river of brown, freezing sludge.

We looked at each other, both standing ankle-deep in something nasty. He spoke first.

“What is this, a water main break??”

I shrugged my shoulders, and we began to walk against the current.

“Hey,” he said, “you've gotta love it, right?”

I said that I did not love it, and that my feet were cold.

He held his arms aloft, looked to the sky, and shouted “I LOVE IT!!!”

Before I could stop myself, I grinned and screamed “I LOVE IT TOO!!!

I thanked him for the lesson.