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Fash from the past.
Quirky is a word that describes one of my sisters friends from high school. Come to think of it, quirky describes most of her friends from high school. It’s difficult to see your little sisters as serious people, let alone their friends.
So I was on the death watch at my allergist when one of her friends came in with his daughter. Imagine my surprise, seeing this young turk from my past doing reading lessons with a little girl not unlike my daughter. “Who’s your daddy? Surely not that guy? I knew him when he was this thin.” It turns out I’m not the only one getting older. We’re all in this together after all.
Pardon me while I smack some sense into myself.
Hint to sister: his name is my name too!
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Being vague.
The value of vagueness depends on which side of the conversational equation you are on. Being vague is being coy, sneaky and suspicious. Vague is fun. Unless of course you are doing the listening, then it is none of those things. Boy this is fun.
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The kid car.
It was necessary to drive my newish car to work this morning. I haven’t driven it for the better part of two weeks, so it was quite the event. My enthusiasm was tempered by the good natured ribbing I got from my coworkers.
“John, your daughter’s too young to drive. Why did you buy her a car already?”
“John, you’ve got a car just like my neighbor’s sixteen year old.”
I was driving to my allergists office and I began to think how I could turn my car into a teen dream. Remove the suspension and pick-up some lumber from Home Depot. Tint the windows and get some stencils for Japanese lettering. Illuminate the undercarriage. And most importantly, install some party favors in the tail pipe. Go speed racer!