I take a massage now and again, and I'm working through the yellow pages to find the best practitioner. The other day I called a new number and asked to make an appointment. The fellow said "I'll just transfer you to Seth."
Seth!
Seth?
No, no! Transfer me to Betty! Sandi! Crystal! Anybody but Seth!
So Seth gets on the line, I panicked, and now in one hour I go to see him.
I just hope "it" doesn't move, and I'm definitely not eating Mango for lunch.
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A meaningless word I made up. Apparently, I'm not the only one. Nor, alas, am I the only Joey.
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