Or, how to suffer fools
Dear Auntie SAM: Where did I put the remote control?
I once went on holiday with a woman in recovery for alcoholism. We stayed in a remote cabin on a lake and enjoyed nature intoxicant-free (yes, it’s possible).
On one of our last nights in the woods, we decided to explore the region separately. Later that evening, I returned to the cabin to find meat decaying on the counter, salsa handprints on the wall, and a block of cheese frozen solid in the freezer.
told me she had explored a fifth of tequila and had passed out after drunkenly attempting to make a taco & call a friend.
A few hours later, she was found sleeping in a neighbor’s canoe. Yet, given the nature of her illness, insisted she was sober.
Who was I to argue? And, what does this have to do with you?
Well, dear Reader: check your freezer, check your counters, and check your neighbor’s canoe. If you find nothing unusual in these places, then thank your lucky stars that having to watch another episode of “Jobtausch” rather than get up to change the channel is the worst of your problems.
Enjoy your privilege!
AS
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