Tonight I went to a roundtable discussion for hospice volunteers in the area. Fifteen of us showed up, with fourteen being between 30ish and 70ish and female.
I didn't do very much of the talking.
About an hour into the discussion, George arrived - he's about 40ish with a mustache. We walked to our cars together after the thing was over, and he told me that he is a chiropractor who likes to go camping. He was really nice with lots of charisma, and he was really impressed that I go to Stanford.
I told him actually I don't really go to Stanford right now.
"I totally understand what that's all about," and he told me about when he took some time off too.
"Yeah," and I nodded with my mouth open.
"Well, I'll see you at next month's discussion," and he turned to get into his truck.
"I'll see you at next month's discussion."
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Stay away from him...very scary!...love, your mother
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I didn't mean to make him sound scary, Mom, but I suppose I can see why you might feel scared about a charismatic 40-year-old mustached chiropractor... I'll remember your words of advice if I ever see George again. Love, Willy
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