Here are two people I admire: my Physics 2B professor at City College and my coworker Yvonne.

My physics teacher has a handlebar moustache, the face of an Eastern European jew (which i can say without
risk of antisemitism, since i'm one too) and a big, adorable potbelly. He usually wears black and, as if to
entertain us, consistently powders himself with dust from the chalkboard throughout class. Around 8pm, he introduces our midway break by suggesting, "Let's get ourselves a fine Zinfandel or some other beverage." Today he wore an uncharacteristically light-colored shirt. I remember because his lapel pocket was stained black from two felt pens leaking ink down his shirt front.

Today I also hitched a ride with a coworker Yvonne, so I could meet friends for dinner. As I sat shotgun in her Lincoln Towncar she griped about her other job, saying, "They're workin' me like a hebrew slave." She instantly won my loyalty.