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A Bad Week #4


I ignore the incessant ring of my phone. Grandma died yesterday, it cannot get worse. And I have to get to work.
Other passengers look at me with anger.
With a sigh, I press 'Answer'. It's Grandpa, telling me he is at the police station, arrested for Grandma's murder. It was an accident, he says. Can I come?

Automatically, I dial the office. As soon as I say Hello, the HR woman goes ballistic. Like a Banshee, she wails she never want to hear from me again, she'll report me and I don't need to bother about tomorrow.
Oh well!

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