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You Can't
Die… You're My TAXI!
I take my mother-in-law to town each week to get
her shopping and groceries. On one particular shopping day I was
feeling exhausted because I had just finished a series of chemo
treatments (no hair and 50 pounds lighter). We were standing at the
checkout of the large discount store, when the clerk asked me how I
was doing.
My mother-in-law spoke up to inform the clerk that "I better be
fine and couldn't die, because I was HER TAXI. Who would bring her
to town?"
I think at that point the clerk was wondering the same thing.
- Suni J. Wyoming
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