A Rare Event


I’m out walking the dog and one of the neighborhood moms asks me, “What grade is your son in now?”

“He’s a junior in high school this year,” I reply.

“I saw him out walking the dog the other day.”

“You did? Oh you’re lucky to see that,” I said. “It’s a rare event, like an eclipse. Everyone gets very excited when it happens.”

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