Take a seat, says a voice through the speaker, motioning me to sit next to the accountant’s sister who doesn’t recognize me even though we’ve met.
All work and no play makes your sister a real pain in the ass, I say.
Today is her birthday, says her sister. You should think about getting her some vodka.
But Jaimie-Beth is a recovering alcoholic.
Nobody cares. Nobody believes her, and nobody supports her.
My wife is pregnant.
That is a decision that we can get behind because it’s not one that she made on her own.
How do you know?
Because the best thing about your thoughts is that God can’t hear them.