I met a really nice man on the T today on my way home from the airport. He complimented me on my wheelie bag. It is a pretty good one: pink metallic leopard print (of course)
We got to talking and he asked me what I was doing for Thanksgiving. I told him I was visiting my mom. He said "that's what I'm doing right now." I asked him where his mom was and he said "she's at Mass General. She had a stroke the other day." Naturally I told him I hoped she was doing okay and he started telling me all about it. In fact I had to interrupt him because he was about to miss his stop. He jumped up and made it off the train in time. Phew. I yelled "good luck," to him as he left.
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