Thursday, November 19, 2009

Reverso world

Gosh, these are strange days. My mom writes a check for "seventy-ten" dollars instead of "seven hundred and ten" dollars and refuses to rewrite it. "I'm just going to send it, and that's that!" she says. What should I have done? I gave up. She's bigger than I am, even though she's about a foot shorter now. I even brought it down to the mailbox for her.

At work, everyone my age (50s and 60s) has been forced out in the layoffs—except me. Rumor has it that I've been spared by the cancer card. I'm surprised I can still play it. I thought it had expired.

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