A conversation between guest contributor JG and her mother, May (who also happens to be a grandmother).
Scene: Suburbia, circa early 1980s. May has just returned home from work. A commuter, she takes the Long Island Rail Road every day. May’s teenaged daughter JG greets her at the door.
May: You, know, there was this man on the train without a hand and it was awful! I had to hide my hands the whole way!
JG: Why?
May: Well, how could I flaunt my hands when he’s missing one?
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This is really freaking funny!