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| The Offending Pajamas |
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| No Accounting for Taste |
In the wee hours after we arrived on the Isle of Man, we were awakened by several drunks in the hotel hallway. I walked out to find the culprits and discovered Otis, a man in his late 50's, speaking in a loud voice to two other people. I asked them quietly if they could please whisper. “WHAT?” Otis bellowed. I repeated my request, approaching a little closer. Otis looked at me, back at his companions, again at me, and then made some fairly disparaging remarks about my pajamas. MY pajamas. A man named Otis. Well, I only have this to say to you, Otis, “Never, never make fun of a woman's pajamas lest she post a picture of you and your white shirt on her blog. Never.”
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