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Not No Minutes

I was just talking on the phone to my *ahem* venerable Aunt.  (She’s my dad’s older sister and my dad is, well, not-young.)  There’s something vaguely surreal about hearing an octogenarian utter the phrase “well dear, it’s been nice talking to you, but my cell phone is almost out of minutes, so I should go.”

Posted in Misc, Realtime Autobiography.