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My worst experience of the week was going home for lunch, rather than eating at work. my children didn't know i was coming, they had used most of the bread. All i had to make a sandwich with were two thin, cumbled peices of crust. I sat there eating my tattered sandwich and trying to relax, then the telephone rang. It was for my daughter, who was in the bathroom, she called down to me that i should et the person's name and number. As soon as i sat down again, someone knocked on the door, it was a neatly dressed couple with bright eyes who wanted to talk with me about a higher power of life. I politely go rid ot them and went back to finish lunch. I thought i would relax over my coffee i had to break up a fight between my two youns sons about which television channel to watch. As a last bit of frustration, my daughter came downstairs and asked me to drive her over to a friend's house before i went back to work.
2006-10-01
07:08:33
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