<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Thoughts on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/thoughts/</link><description>Recent content in Thoughts on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/thoughts/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Number 16</title><link>/stories/2008/05/08/number-16/</link><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/05/08/number-16/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I had an interesting experience yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I went to Wal-Mart, a nation-wide discount department store in the USA.  They were having a sale on computer paper, and I needed to restock my supply.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I saw a woman there, who is difficult to get out of my mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;She appeared to be in her mid-20’s, and was very pretty.  Of course, I think all women are pretty, in one way or another – you just have to look for it in some women, more than others.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>