The strangest little old lady in the world stopped me today to tell me that she likes my headlines.
I was a little surpried because I always think my headlines are strange & cliched (it's not my most obvious skill).
...and then I looked at her, with her prolific letter-to-the-editor writing & her mismatched op shop dress sense & her evil dachshund dog & her prozac gaze & her random oh-so-chatty visits to my office & I realised that if she & I are on the same wavelength then I've just been offered a frightening vision of my own future.
The end is nigh!
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