Ebony and Ivory

Oh my gosh, this photo still cracks me up. Back in July of 2011, I worked in, no lie, a utility closet in a building in Delaware in a horrible part of town. There were about eleven tiny cubbies in there (the "desk" was about 2.5' x 2.5' - barely room for the laptop and phone and mousepad) and zero windows, since it was a closet. Eventually we got moved to a different part of the state and in to a high tech, fancy schmancy building. We'd moved on up, baby! Since we all had started together in such close quarters, the whole gang became pretty tight. This photo is of a co-worker, who was Italian and all about that Summertime tan, and me, Scotch-Irish-German, living the life of a low-class vampire, sporting virtually translucent skin. When Lo and I realised that not only were we of the same ethnic race but entirely different shades, but that our feet were alarmingly similar, I had to capture the moment. I still can't believe we put our bare feet on that disgusting carpet. Anyway, every so often Lo and I message eachother and this photo comes up from time to time because it just makes us laugh like hell. It's ridiculous.