A few months ago I was at a press event in downtown San Francisco. I spent the morning and part of the afternoon listening to media briefings, chatting with PR people, snapping photos, and trying to figure out what would be worth writing about. Just as the conference room lights and business friendly chatter was making me feel like I was trapped in a windowless nuclear bunker, I decided to get out. The first place I could think of escaping to was H&M, where I bought a bunch of new underwear to wash the business casual sterility out of my pants.
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