...a hundred and two fedoras...

It occurred to me the other day that I write less because these days there are less things to complain about, less things to annoy me.

And then today happened:

i) A customer said "When I need a Paki to help me, I'll ask".
ii) I've been sick for two days, with no end in sight.
iii) Some bastard stole my lunch from the staff room.
iv) Alley Cat scratched my arm, and my new Spoof top.

On a happier note, it seems the Littlest Jew is back in Toronto. I would like to see her please.