My Maid

I met my maid this afternoon, a cute bubbly little thing that just had to tell me her life story about getting divorced a year ago after 20 years and her old man ripping off the cabin they were living in and, you know… I felt a possible hit coming on so I mentioned my significant other, got my garbage dumped and towels changed, and then tipped her $20 for taking care of me these last four days. As she walked out the door she gushed why can’t I meet a man like you?

Very flattering, checking out early tomorrow, heading North…

I guess I still got it, not that I need it, as I approach 70.

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