Slow Times

[Wimblees@aol.com]

In a message dated 97-05-22 16:08:14 EDT, you write:

>trampling his rose bed in the process, 150 shady, brick-lined yards
>from his oaken door with the big brass knocker. He has to scrape them off
his
>Mercedes as he backs out the driveway, Their frantic clawing marks on his
car
>for his services are paid for by the interest off his checking account!

>Chucklingly yours, Sam Grossner chicago



You mean all of you guys out there don't live in mansions and drive Mercs?
You poor devils.

Wim