Coworker metamorphosis
Fellow EFFian Cathy has a great blog, which you ought to be reading.
What you read is what I've written. By Dan Moniz.
Dekalb is the kind of place where if at the end of a night you walk around behind the Junction restaurant so you can climb over the train tracks and cut through Huber park on your way get home, and you see a girl you know lying in the dumpster back there, you just say “hey”, she says “hey”, and it's no big deal.