Apr. 24th, 2002

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So I get home at 6:30ish yesterday, and pet the dogs, and start flipping through the mail before starting dinner, and the phone rings. It's Pam.

She asks if I want to meet her at PJ's for dinner. I say fine, and ask if she has any money, cause
I don't. (We try not to pay for dinner via credit cards.)

Pam says she doesn't know. Like an idiot I ask her how she can't know, just look in her wallet.

She tells me her wallet is in the car. I tell her I can wait for her to get it. She tells me the car is over a mile away from where she is.

I stop and think for a second, and ask her if she is all right, and is the car ok? Has she had
a breakdown or a flat.

She tells me the car is fine, she is fine,
she just isn't where the car is.

I ask her why not, and she tells me it was because she had to rescue a goose.

At this point I give up and figure I ought to get
the rest of the story in person, cause at this rate I could be on the phone for an hour,and still
not have any food.

Isn't life simple at times?

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