Strange Call of the Day
"How much is a bottle of Vicodin?"
Just as I was about to remind the caller that she had reached a Church, not a pharmacy, she identified herself as the Embot, minus the last of her wisdom teeth. She sure sounded different with a wad of gauze in her mouth.

At least Fran hit me up for a small loan at home, sparing me the biweekly mendicant 'child' visit. I wish we were paid on the same Fridays, to put a little synchrony in our pocketbooks. (e.g. "I'm broke, too, kid.")