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So, the Texas Governor walks into work the other day...

No, I'm being serious, he actually did. Ramblin' Rick Perry himself. The big cheese of the second biggest state in the Union, which deserves a "HA! HA!" graphic of it's own since no matter how big the sense of state pride gets in this state, Texas will always be number two in size.

Texas has an interesting governmental system, mostly due to the fact that the Lt. Governor actually wields greater power in his/her role of President of the Senate than does the Governor him/herself, with a few notable exceptions. The state legislature only meets for 140 days every other year, unless called into special session by the Governor, so it is safe to assume that the Governor does indeed have some downtime if he wants it.

The thing about Perry is that he likes to blend in with The People whenever he can. Since Austin is the state capitol, it is not unusual for the Gov to be spotted from time to time eating a burger or tearing ass around the Hill Country on his motorcycle.

I didn't believe that he was in the building when one of my co-workers charged into my office and announced his presence but sure enough, there he was talking with another of my co-workers. I stood there and kept watch, attempting to pick up any bits of conversation to no avail.

Finally, his business concluded and he made his way towards the exit. He shook a few of our hands with the customary farewells that he had probably uttered a couple hundred thousand times during his career, "good to see ya!" and "nice to meet ya!"

I didn't realize it at first after he shook my hand, but my hands subconsciously moved into the pose of the Buddy Christ (a curious gesture that I had adopted after watching the Kevin Smith movie, Dogma, earlier in the week) and my mouth uttered the phrase, "see ya later, Guvnah!" It was strange to reply in that fashion, like we went bowling last week or something.

It would be the equivalent of unleashing a mighty fajita-burrito-fueled fart in the presence of royalty, but I don't really care. The man's been recently pushing a major regional toll road project that I'm not at all happy about, so I can fart if I want to.

Not that he noticed. He was pretty much out the door at that point. My co-workers did notice and have been chuckling over it for the past few days. Overall, it was a rather odd experience that was capped off by having to go back and edit some guy's wedding footage and finish transferring some 8mm film that was in a box titled "Muffins Of Doom."

I can't say that my job lacks randomness.