The mechanic wouldn’t listen. Something was wrong with Norman, but he refused to hear that it might be the battery. My university stuff was crammed in the back seat, on top of the battery. My dad drove 7 hours through the Rockies the next day, we emptied the back seat, and Norman started right up.… Continue reading Twittering Tales 7-2-19: Just listen!
I was sitting in the back room at Marg's tea house, a converted bungalow where we could hide out and smoke without worry of getting busted by prefects or teachers. Marg, the wizened old lady (she was probably my age now 🤣🤣🤣) would run to the back room and warn us so we could scurry… Continue reading 1986: I met my forever Valentine
Back in the 90s, I read a hilarious book that discussed the phenomenon (or not) of Male Answer Syndrome. When I Googled it to give credit, my mind was blown by the entries. This is not one person's vendetta. Check out the top three results: The Medical Dictionary The Urban Dictionary Wiktionary I hadn't thought… Continue reading Male Answer Syndrome: Case in Point