SD reader BH writes from a lil’ Museum in Manhattan:
Sweet Christ,
When [Museum Director] Linda sends me those emails titled “I’m going to run a mile on the treadmill,” or “I’m going to take a bath for an hour,” I want to puke. What the FUCK is wrong with her? I’m going to write her one with “I have to take a poop” in the subject heading.
We feel your pain, S. Now we’re going to get a haircut and a permanent and come down to the office in about two hours.
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