Thursday, September 17, 2009
Broken Hands
In thinking that Charlie will one day find the love of his life and marry her, I feel it is my duty as a woman to raise a polite, respectable man. On our way to school this morning, I stood patiently at the door and asked him to "Please open the door for the lady."
His response: "What, are your hands broken?"
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