I walk by the Hall of Records downtown every morning as I scuttle into the courthouse to make my court appearances.  I noticed, recently, that the anterior paint has been changed from a pale and subtle pink to a pale and subtle baby blue.  Other than that, I had no real involvement with the building until last Thursday.  I was contracted to file a quitclaim deed and figured I'd pick up my newborn's birth certificate while I was there. 

   I walked in and was overcome with a sense of peace, gentleness, and feminine aura.  I figured it was the pink shelves and counters.  There was a whole lot of pink.  But, as I waited for the clerk to give me a stamped copy of the deed, I looked all around me and saw female after female after female.  When the clerk came back, I asked her, "Are there only women who work in this building?"

     "Yes.  Well, except for our supervisor hiding in that back office.  He's the only guy.  And he's looking at me right now, frowning."  She replied.

     And me, of course I can't keep my big mouth shut, so I said, "You can definitely feel the female presence in here.  It just feels like a perfect environment.  Quiet, friendly, just at peace with the world.  I can...I can...I can almost feel the SHE-POWER radiating around me." 

    It got a good chuckle from the five clerk's in earshot.  One of whom told me their supervisor was in near tears (the bad kind) at the comment.  Guess he knows it's true and didn't need some outsider to rally the troops against him any further. 

   I'm not picking on the male species here, I'm not.  But good mercy, it was a sublime experience.  There was an absolute sense of euphoria to that place. 

   As I walked back out I finally understood why the building had recently been painted.  The supervisor's one victory.