LIFE IN THE UNITED STATES
(Extracted from Readerâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s Digest, March 2003 issue, Page 190)
I shared this extract with my friends. Thought it would be nice to share them with you as well:
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I was getting into my car when I noticed a dent. On the windshield were a note and a phone number from the driver. “I feel terrible,†the woman apologized when I called. “I hit your car as I was pulling into the next parking spot.â€
“Please donâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t worry,†I said to her. “Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]m sure our insurance companies will take care of everything.â€
“Thank you for your understanding,†she said. “Youâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]re so much nicer than the man I hit on the way out.â€
~Contributed by Laurie Payne, Bloomington, Minn.
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When I go to a local discount store to get oil and filters for my car, I buy my wife a bouquet of flowers on display near the checkout counter.
During one trip, some women in line behind me were oohing and aahing about a husband getting flowers for his wife. “How often do you do that?†one asked.
Before I could answer, the checkout girl, more than familiar with my routine, said, “Every three months or 3,000 miles – whichever comes first.â€
~Contributed by Clettis Ray White, Edmond, Okla.
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Cheers!
(Extracted from Readerâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]s Digest, March 2003 issue, Page 190)
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I was getting into my car when I noticed a dent. On the windshield were a note and a phone number from the driver. “I feel terrible,†the woman apologized when I called. “I hit your car as I was pulling into the next parking spot.â€
“Please donâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]t worry,†I said to her. “Iâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]m sure our insurance companies will take care of everything.â€
“Thank you for your understanding,†she said. “Youâ€[emoji]8482[/emoji]re so much nicer than the man I hit on the way out.â€
~Contributed by Laurie Payne, Bloomington, Minn.
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When I go to a local discount store to get oil and filters for my car, I buy my wife a bouquet of flowers on display near the checkout counter.
During one trip, some women in line behind me were oohing and aahing about a husband getting flowers for his wife. “How often do you do that?†one asked.
Before I could answer, the checkout girl, more than familiar with my routine, said, “Every three months or 3,000 miles – whichever comes first.â€
~Contributed by Clettis Ray White, Edmond, Okla.
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Cheers!
