Loyal Readers,
As yesterday was National Womans Day, we present this little slice of life which unfolded one day back around 1980. It goes to show that, when there is a writer around, even the most insignificant of conversations can be kicked around for years or dug out of the cold grave of memory (or in this case, the notebooks of Your Humble Narrator).
This involved roommates that once shared domicile with us, back when we could still stand the thought of sharing space with virtual strangers in order to save a buck. All of us knew each other but not too well. Becky had the lease, so it was her apartment technically. Steve was mainly on the mooch and was always trying to convert Becky into a Rainbow Vacuum Cleaner Salesperson – the end of the food chain for jobseekers.
Let’s look…
Becky sat…
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