You’d Think She’d Show Some Sign of Remorse
. . . or gratitude, or something. Donna called me at work today, opening the conversation with “I did a dumb thing.” Whenever I say that, what I really mean is that I’ve done something urecoverably disastrous. My heart plunged. Donna’s dumb thing was to place a small bowl of Hershey’s Kisses on the coffee […]