Let’s get to it. I’ve been waved at, said hello to, given the finger, and shaken hands so many times this week by people I don’t know or can’t remember knowing. I mustered what little of my mental power left to try and figure out this conundrum. The answer eluded me until my sister called to wish me a Happy B’day. When I answered, she started singing, “Will you still love me, Will you still need me, when I’m 64…” The puzzle was solved. We all look alike. Bald, beard, belly, grey, bad dye job just to name a few. So to those of you who took me for another, thanks for the attention! And to those I know but don’t remember knowing, Sorry. Most especially those who flipped me off, it was probably someone else (he-he).
I need a nap!
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