Mike Reuben isn’t having too good a day so far. Yes, it’s snowing, which means a day off, but his mother called to wish him a happy birthday. She can’t let the opportunity pass to remind him that he’s almost 30 and hasn’t done much with his life.
“Don’t be adding years to my age. Twenty-seven is not almost thirty!”
“Almost thirty! You’ll be thirty before I get a single grandchild from you. The fruit of your loins, the. . . .”
“Ma! I get the idea.” I totally hate when she starts like that. Fruit of the Loom, maybe I want to discuss with my mother. Fruit of my loins is not on the list of top 10 subjects for parental discussion.
“I called to tell you I’m coming for a visit,” she said quickly and hung up.
“Ma! Ma?”
Cursing loudly, I sat there yelling at a dead…
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