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Road Rage

Road Rage

At the red light, at the exit of my office’s parking lot, I slowly edged out a little bit, trying to see if I could make a right turn onto the main road.   The road was packed with bumper to bumper traffic.  I made eye contact with the driver who was stuck where my traffic light was.  He was unable to clear it due to the congestion.  I didn’t expect the driver to be gracious and let me pass.  …

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Walking Man

Walking Man

“What is wrong with people,” I exclaimed as my husband, Marc, and I were walking on the boardwalk. I pointed to a lady walking in front us I asked him, “Did you see that?” . “See what?” . Still pointing, I replied, “That lady over there… She just dumped her cup on the bench!” . “Really? Are you sure?” . I turned to him while pulling down my sunglasses real slow, so he wouldn’t miss me rolling my eyes at…

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More than just a manicure

More than just a manicure

As I sat in the nail salon, and watched two friends enter, I couldn’t help but wonder if I go there for a manicure or for the entertainment? I think a little of both. My pedicure was just beginning when they entered the salon. One of them seemed pretty quiet. The other, was the polar opposite. You could have heard her three states over. The loud, chatty one took it upon herself to tell the manicurist exactly what type of…

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Red, Rose or Rude?

Red, Rose or Rude?

I was sitting in the manicure chair, when the twentyish girl entered the nail salon. The owner, who normally works the front desk, was in the other room. So, the manicurist who was polishing my nails greeted the girl, and asked what she needed. Barely glancing her way, and taping her foot, she replied, “a manicure and a pedicure.” “OK. Have seat for few minute until someone finished,” the manicurist replied, in broken English. “Wait?” the girl accused. “What do you…

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Red, Rose or Rude?

Red, Rose or Rude?

I was sitting in the manicure chair, when the twentyish girl entered the nail salon. The owner, who normally works the front desk, was in the other room. So, the manicurist who was polishing my nails greeted the girl, and asked what she needed. Barely glancing her way, and taping her foot, she replied, “a manicure and a pedicure.” “OK. Have seat for few minute until someone finished,” the manicurist replied, in broken English. “Wait?” the girl accused. “What do you…

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