... ..perfect score ....July 15, 2007    "Hey, what are you doing ?"  The speaker is a friendly, pickled lawyer whose path I never cross except in stores.  I am in a supermarket pushing a grocery cart with one hand while grabbing a squeeze bottle of Hellmann's with the other.  Ed cannot put the pieces of this puzzle together, so I help him. "Hello, Ed.  I'm grocery shopping."  I flash him a warm smile, free of intolerance.  He is, after all, just an idiot. "You got that right, " says Ed. Our baskets are side-by-side now.  I am staring at his face wondering when it will hemorrhage.  "A man has got to eat," I say.  "You got that right," brays Ed.  "Been busy?" "Yes, I have been busy.  You?"  "Yeah. Been doing a lot of domestic work."  I sense shame and I think it's unjustified.  "Well, someone has to do it," I offer. Ed's face brightens.  "You got that right, " he bleats. We continue our passage as two ships in the night.  I am pleased with my perfect score. previous..|..current..|..archives..|..3d quarter index..|..next

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