Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Put a sock in it

My old therapist drove many miles to pay me a home visit. I was thrilled, especially because I suspected this meant that I was one of his favorite clients.

However, when he got to my house, he spent most of the session time complaining about how bad the traffic was en route. I was like, shut up already, YOU need to start listening to ME.

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