Running late for work one morning, I quickly packed my things, pulled on some shoes and headed for the door. As I passed my maid's young son, he looked up at me and asked, "Aren't you forgetting something?"
"No, everything's in my bag and I really need to go," I replied quickly.
Then, as I was walking up the street, I glanced down and noticed my shadow- and my peculiar egg shaped head. I still had my bath towel twisted round my hair.
Friday, July 4, 2008
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