The car, usually silent except for the mechanical groan of the tracks, shifted. A toddler in a stroller reached out a sticky hand to touch a sequin. An older woman, clutching a plastic grocery bag, looked up from her lap and smiled—a genuine, tired beam of light. "Going somewhere beautiful?" she asked.
So when HR sends out a memo saying “no frills, no fringes, no fun prints,” what they’re really saying is: We designed this policy for people who drive a personal car from a garage to a parking spot, not people who live on a bus route. frivolous dressorder the commute full