Fog - The Great Equalizer

Normally, I hate foggy days.  They are dark and gray and the air is so humid that the fog clings to you.  Like a form of misery that sticks to your skin. 

But today is different.  Today, the fog is my friend.  Today, I heard one of the office dwellers exclaim, in her shrillest voice, to no one in particular, "Ugh!  My window is all gray!" 

Gray, you say?  Gray, like a cubicle wall perhaps?? How does it feel, you over-indulged window-hoarder??  I may never rise to your level, but today, yes, today you have fallen to mine.

Not that I'm bitter.  But someone, some time ago must have made the conscious decision that optimum soul crushing could only occur if cubicle walls were gray, and today we suffer in his legacy.  We have all thought about this gentleman, and how we want to bludgeon him with a stapler. 

So forgive me if, on this foggy day, I smile as window offices experience the same instantaneous morale drop for which cubicles are notorious.  Today, I celebrate Cubicle Appreciation Day.