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By JD Date: 2006 Apr 07 Comment on this Work [[2006.04.07.13.21.24737]] |
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I was sitting in a coffee shop, flipping through the pages of my tattered philosophy text book, idly watching people around me. My ears picked up a conversation nearby and I turned to watch an elderly couple, slowly slipping into a slippery plastic booth. The wife, her hair a gossamer silver, coyly hid her husband's chocolate-glazed donut, replacing it instead with a soggy plain concoction. When he protested, she merely placed her hands over his and said, "Sugar makes you gassy." He nodded his head sullenly and chomped on the no sugar-low-fat piece of pasty, a glazed look passing over his eyes. I hope when we're 80 years old, you will love me enough to warn me about my bowel problems in public. |