It began as an innocent conversation on the phone with my friend Sarah. We each were enumerating the errands we planned to run yesterday afternoon.
"Target," I said. "I have to go to Target. Prescriptions filled, Kleenex to buy..."
"Oh, Target!" she said. "I have to get there and buy a plunger."
"Well, you said you were just passing Home Depot. Why didn't you just stop in there?" I asked innocently.
"Because there is a certain plunger at Target that I want," she replied. And proceeded to describe it for me.
I began to laugh. Kind of snort, actually, I admit.
She paused.
"Most people do not have preferences when it comes to plungers," I ventured.
She exploded. "Oh. My. G*d! How could you not have a plunger preference?"
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I mistyped and my blogger password was in my post!
The post was: Apparently, I have no preference. I don't own a plunger. Probably poor planning on my part.
OK, this person must not be related to anyone that I am even remotely related to, to not even OWN a plunger. I would have to divorce rick and marry a plumber.
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