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A fun spoof from The New Yorker to kick off our work weeks; excerpt from this article:
1 – Someone will post a photo of a brunch sandwich—like, a really great brunch sandwich, one with bacon and avocado—and I won’t get to comment, “omg where.”
3 – Every five minutes or so, I’ll stop dead and think, “Oh no, I lost my phone” while pawing at my body, trying to figure out in which pocket, purse, or bra cup I left it.
5 – Someone will send me an e-mail marked “URGENT” and it will, for once, actually be quite urgent (probably about free food), and I won’t see it until it’s too late (all the free food is gone).
8 – A female celebrity will do something in public and I will miss the chance to ask aloud, “Yes, but is she a feminist?”
9 – I’ll get invited to a party on Facebook and will not be the first person to post a flippant remark, like, “new phone who dis.”
10 – I will have to spend at least one second of my life not agonizing over how everyone else’s life seems better. (How are you always at a cottage? Who drove you there? You don’t have a car and I don’t understand.)
11 – I will make eye contact with someone.