Um, yeah. See my comment above, though yours is much more compact.

Back under the bridge with you!

I think this guy may be a troll.

Oh, yeah, let’s blame the victim, here. Hope someday your doctor is in this position, and your biopsy or whatever is delayed because your doctor is the one who is manhandled and thrown off a flight! Geez!

No, those were security goons, not the police. Not until the very end.

You’d be surprised. The belief system that animates both incidents is the same.

That’s the idea, yes. How it plays out in real life?

Because this is America in 2017. We lent the airlines billions of dollars to help them stay in business after September 11th, most of which has never been paid back, and this is how they treat paying customers now.

Happy to help any way I can. You stay strong!

Hey, that is a really good point. When we name things, we take power over them. What’s a good alternative nomenclature?

Hey, somebody has to decide what color the spring handbags are gonna be!

Best new name in a while. Stealing this!

Yeah, it’s on my short list of stuff that can still make me soil my drawers....

Goodness Gracious.

Yeah, this happened to me, too. My blood pressure is super-low to start with, but I was really starting to puff up, and my doctor had me measuring the circumference of one of my ankles every day, and one day, boom, it was an inch bigger, and I called them to tell them, and they said,”come in today.” So, I peed into…

Has anyone called the police? Unless the young lady’s, um, baby daddy (?) is her age or younger, in most states, that’s statutory rape. Many of these girls’ boyfriends (?) turn out to be much older, which is actionable in almost every state in the union. It may not help her very much, but it could save the next…

Things seem to be accelerated now. When I was 13, I hadn’t even had my menses yet, and all I thought about was finishing my homework as fast as I could so that I could play basketball outside and eat candy. Basketball, candy, sleep, school, basketball, candy.......

Many years ago, we frequented a restaurant that had beautiful, hand-blown margarita glasses. It took 4-bleedin’-ever, and a long wait, and several phone calls, but eventually, when they made their next order, they were able to set six new ones aside for us and sell them to us at cost. We still have them. They are…

That “car misdirection” thing was quite brilliant. I’m pretty savvy, and I would never have thought of it. Very good!

I do not know your age, Buffy, but unless you are in Edge City with your fertility, you can have this abortion and then Choose Again. Once you have a little breathing room, a couple, or several years down the road, you can choose to have another child.