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Success at Last

A lady at the coffee shop was sobbing. Good Samaritan that I am, I said gently: May I be of any help to you, madam?” “Not really,” she said, “it’s my husband, this morning...an accident...fatal, finally.” “Oh, I am so very sorry,” I said hoping my sympathy might lessen her grief. “Don’t be sorry, please. My tears are a relief. In fact, I’m overjoyed. For after years of repeated failures and bitter tears I finally got his freakin’ brakes to fail!" And can’t you just picture him pumping and pumping the pedal to no avail?

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Date: 10/15/2020 3:12:00 PM
Oh no you didn’t! Smirk. Smirk.
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