… Nothing you haven’t told her twice before.
I have been walking around as the punch line to this joke for 5 days now and no one has said one word to me. Not one. Not my managers, nor my co-workers, nor anyone on the street. Not a single soul.
If I were in the Midwest dozens of people would have inquired; asked what happened, suggested I move into a shelter, offered me a place to stay with the assumption someone was beating me . . .
For the record: a freak baking accident where I dropped a heavy ball jar on my own nose. But still, not one inquiry?
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