Monday – A Dallas Fan and a Despot

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My son’s babysitter left me two voice messages (one on my house phone and one on my cell) and a text this morning while I was in the shower, asking me to call her as soon as I got it. Hoping she wasn’t going to bale on me today (which she’s never done before), I called her up to see what was the matter.

“I was just wondering,” she said apologetically, “I know you usually pay me on Monday afternoons, but could you drop off your check this morning instead?” She went on to say that her cell phone bill was due – she had been putting it off - and that she wanted to pay it today.

( A man has to have his priorities. )