What’s wrong with me?
It’s OK… go ahead and try and answer the question…
This new sign greeted me when I dropped my daughter at school this morning:
We respectfully request that you leave your cell phone in your car.
My phone was in my car, purely by accident.
But I wished — more than I’ve ever wished for anything before* — I wished that I’d brought it in with me.
So go ahead and try to figure me out… what in the world is wrong with me?
*Yes, I’m exaggerating, I know. But, well… that’s just what I do.
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