Perforated Wednesday
Marchipelago 29.03, 41 A.B.
 

So my wife came back from a 3-day trip to New York City on
Sunday.

She didn't see Mayor Rudy Giuliani.

She didn't see any cops shoot an unarmed suspect.

She didn't see the ball drop in Times Square.

She didn't see a depiction of the Virgin Mary that includes porno-
graphic photos and elephant dung.

She didn't see the Soup Nazi.

She didn't see the Stonewall riots which gave birth to the modern
gay rights movement back in 1969.

She didn't see anyone pushed in front of a subway train.

She didn't run into Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Ross, Chandler, or
Joey.

She didn't see King Kong.

She didn't even see the carcass of King Kong.

"So, Dear, exactly what DID you see?"

"I saw Miss Saigon."

"Is that the one with the song that goes, 'I am Asian, Dating a
Caucasian'?"

"Ummm, no.  I think you're thinking of 'I Am 16, Going On 17' and
that's from The Sound of Music."
 

For the life of me, I can't figure out why she bothered to go at all....
 
 
 

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