Whenever I hear the words “no problem” I instinctively look up fully expecting to see a safe plummeting straight at my head from thirty stories above me. Either that, or I quickly sprint away from where I’m standing because the ground is going to open up and swallow me whole. I know it! I know, and there is no doubt in my mind about this, that something terrible is about to happen to me upon hearing someone utter these two filthy, miserable, little words. I do not have enough fingers and toes on my hands that will enable me to tick off Continue reading
No Problem (Or: Mister is that your house that’s on fire?
02 Friday Sep 2011
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