Where you belong
Before Covid, I used to go to quite a few networking events – you know, graying men in blue suits drinking cheap red wine from plastic tumblers. They’re all in a group laughing about something. All the big important businesses and all the big important people, with all the important titles. Eventually one of them notice the blond woman in the sweater looking at her wine glass and wishing she hadn’t come. It goes like this:
“So, what do you do, young lady?” he asks.
“I own a yarn store, Crazy for Ewe, in downtown Leonardtown,” I tell him.
If this were a cartoon strip, you would see the thought bubble above his head fill with
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