I was at Starbuck's this morning and they told me several times to have a REALLY GREAT DAY. Everyone else just got a have a good day out of 'em. I got a free drink, too. The Barista felt badly about wasting my [apparently limited] time.
I hope I don't burn in hell.
I figure it's fair trade for being polite when the survivors want to witness their life story to me. Which reminds me, it hasn't happened in a while. No doubt I'm due a doozy.
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YC said... This is good stuff. I was a bald girl once, but my hair grew back, and truth be told, I wore wigs because I didn't want anyone to look at me on the street and in the stores and wonder, "Does she have cancer"?
Besides, I had chemo in the winter, and it was COLD without a wig. My hair grew back in the spring and summer, and I chucked the wig as soon as I had a bit of hair on my head.
Anyway, tell your story...please?
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