Recently my girl friend, Karen, got a job at a local hardware store. “The owners don’t want us hanging out with our friend,” she said. “If you stop by, tell them you’re my brother.” On my visit, I walked to the customer service desk and asked the old
woman there, “Is Karen around?” When she looked at me quizzically, I added, “I’m her brother.” She smiled. “What a nice surprise. I’m Karen’s mother.”
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