I’m sure when I wrote this. It still applies, particularly the part about not jumping the curb in over a week.
- That extra bagel they give you when you order a dozen is meant to be eaten in your car on the way home. But what does it mean when you order a dozen and you get exactly a dozen? Is it a bad omen? Should I eat one in the car anyway?
- There is no way to overtake someone in a senior’s residence without startling them. You may as well slow down and avoid causing a cardiac event.
- It is getting more and more difficult to see over my steering wheel when driving up and down hills and turning corners. The older I get, the bigger my blind spot. On the bright side, I haven’t jumped a curb in over a week.
- A man referred to as “The Butcher” is head chef at a local senior’s residence.
- I can have a whole phone conversation with a client, without understanding a single word they say, then chart about it after.
- Being a visual person, I would suck at blindness. Being a visual person, clutter is simultaneously a source of great comfort and distress.
- Whereas women under 65 apologize profusely once they realize I am not actually pregnant, women over 65 insist they know better and that I must be wrong.
I need to set the coffee grinder at Akhavan to medium if I want to avoid making Turkish coffee. If I insist on drinking Turkish coffee, I must stop by my Armenian client and say, “No, thank you.”, when they offer me some.
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