I got the last word, maybe

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel «« Dear kind readers: I feel victim of a nasty chance exchange on the bus on my way here to 95th and Second Avenue.  Please don’t miss the opportunity to enjoy my sense that I’ll get the last word as if it were your own.  Sincerely, Tom Doody My wife, Hana, and I waited for a bus on First Avenue at 42nd after abandoning our efforts to get a bus at First Avenue and 40th, which followed our effort to get a bus on Third Avenue.  Upon boarding the over-crowded bus I had a polite conversations as are common during disaster aftermath.  The man asked about my mobile office, and his sincere curiosity led me into explaining satisfying work of helping a client avoid bankruptcy, and the woman joined the conversation, “She (the client I described) is not poor?”, and me, “correct, she is not poor”, and the woman’s reply, “who cares then”.  This woman’s response was rude and unsolicited, and she only joined briefly to express her anger. This woman and other hotheads are like pressured wounds ready to burst at unsuspecting people like cab drivers, retail employees, and on this occasion, me.  What makes this unusual is on this occasion the card the man holds might take the woman to these words, which gives me the potential to have the last word.  I rest. »» about me, 201-490-9659, no bankruptcy, nearlincoln@hotmail.com

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middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel
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