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September 17, 2008
N Does Not Equal B
There have been times when I wished the alphabet had more letters.
This is not one of them.
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I go to work for Bob.
I marry Bill.
I get a new job. Working for another man named Bob.
I divorce Bill.
Then meet Bruce.
I quit working for Bob. And go to work with Bruce.
I meet Brett.
I tell Bruce about Brett.
I meet a guy who lives down my street. Also named Bruce.
I play golf with the first Bruce the day I meet the third Bruce. We all three work for the same company.
I date the third Bruce for over two years.
My job moves to Boston. I don't.
The third Bruce decides he wants out. I now call him the bad Bruce.
I get a new job. Where I meet the second Brett.
The first Bruce, still around after all these years, can’t keep them straight.
Then the bad Bruce shows back up.
And my neighbor Bruce rejoins the picture.
For one very confused time all four of them were here.
Three Bruces and one Brett.
I quit my job.
Brett, well Brett turned out to be like the first Brett. A scenic overpass, so to speak, on the trail of Bruces.
Through the land of men whose names start with B.
I realized the bad Bruce hadn’t changed a bit, so this time I left.
Then my neighbor Bruce left. Moved to another state. He needed a change.
Then I moved to another state. And was down to one Bruce to give a forwarding address to. And, even with his help fixing up my house up north, I didn't like it enough to stay, so I moved back.
And went back to working with Bruce. The first Bruce. The only Bruce still around after all these years.
If you've been paying attention, then you already know how that worked out.
Written by Angela Tanner. September 17, 2008 11:20 AM