A little girl doing a school project asked Mike and me what we do for a living.
I did not know that this job existed. Now that I do, I can imagine worse things than being the person who blows out candles on a plane.
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My parents won a prize.
Unfortunately, they were less than thrilled to see what it was.
Can’t think why.
I was at the airport and saw this exchange. The long suffering grandson looked like this wasn’t the first time this had happened. (This was not my gran.)
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