Date

"Next Stop, Love," Says the Cabbie

"You know what I'm thinking right now?" the cabbie asked me.

"You're thinking: What I wouldn't do for a cigarette!" I guessed.

Back in the Driver's Seat, Again!

“How are you, Avigail?” my driving teacher asked, full of good cheer.

“Tired!” I said, grumpily.

And why shouldn’t I be? It was 8:30 pm after all, the time of evening that any decent person would be home, having a lie down after a long day at work.

Why Did I Insist We See a Holocaust Movie on a Date Again????

In retrospect, the Holocaust documentary for Date #2 maybe wasn't such a good idea.

I mean, I’m becoming a caricature of myself.

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