Now that a day has passed and I've had time to reflect, I must admit that I was remiss by not thanking Newman. Newman is one of my favorite co-workers, and it's not just because of his generous back massages, or the endearing way he mispronounces the syllable "un". He's a doer. He makes things happen, like finding back scratchers. That's why I agree with part of what he said here.
Friday, September 17, 2010
My back. My right.
Now that a day has passed and I've had time to reflect, I must admit that I was remiss by not thanking Newman. Newman is one of my favorite co-workers, and it's not just because of his generous back massages, or the endearing way he mispronounces the syllable "un". He's a doer. He makes things happen, like finding back scratchers. That's why I agree with part of what he said here.
I absolutely owe him a debt of gratitude in saving my itchy back. I must defend myself though, and all back scratchers from around the world. It's not easy to live with dry skin. So when a local bank was handing out back scratchers in their courtesy bags at last year's Freedom Festival, by golly I was happy to take them up on their generous offer.
My back.
My right to scratch.
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