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#59 Big hair
“Look down,” Leslie said. “All the men are bald.” We were sipping paper cups of water during intermission at a play last night and she was looking over the railing into the intermissing-throngs below. There was a lineup for brownies … Continue reading
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#60 When someone guesses you’re way younger than you actually are
I have an addiction. Whenever I’ve been hanging out with a toddler for over twenty minutes I always have to ask them to guess my age. I can’t explain this terrible disease other than to say I find their answers … Continue reading
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#61 Surprise wildlife sightings
I was driving up Neon Light Alley yesterday. Whipping up suburban roads I was high-tailing my way to a greasy lunch with some pals from the office. Photocopier fumes, blinking red lights, and pressing deadlines were scrambling through my brain … Continue reading
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#62 Spinning in an office chair for no reason
AWESOME! Illustration from: Monsieur Cabinet
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#63 Shaving breaks
When I first started shaving I had a brief honeymoon phase where I actually enjoyed it. Yes, The Wolf Man walked into the bathroom and a few minutes later out popped a fifteen year old babyface wearing too much aftershave. … Continue reading
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#64 Popping a big zit
You know you love it. When those red bumpy mountains erupt out of the ground called Your Face, you suddenly notice them in the mirror and cast an evil eye. “Bastard, I’m gonna get you,” you say out loud with … Continue reading
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#65 Dads
My dad was born in 1944 in the village Tarn Taran in India. He lived in a small clapboard house on a sandy sidestreet and shared a tiny bedroom with his three brothers and one sister. He was only three … Continue reading
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#67 When cats do stupid things
AWESOME! Illustration from: Monsieur Cabinet
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#68 The Honor System
I grew up riding shotgun a lot. My dad was a teacher so summers were spent fiddling with the radio dial as we dropped my mom off to work, took my sister to swimming lessons, and waited in bank lineups. … Continue reading
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