Saturday night Jack and I were walking home after dinner and Tony Bennett at the County Bowl (another date! I know! It's incredible!), and as we passed a thirtyish woman talking to a fiftyish couple I heard her say, ". . . but he was just so old," and the fiftyish man said to her, "Don't you have a suggestion box?" And I imagined the woman walking around with a big wooden box on her chest with a hinged top, and people could put little slips of paper telling her what she should do. Or it could be attached to her back to receive anonymous suggestions.
Quit being such a slut.
Vacuum twice a week.
You are a good candidate for thong underwear.
Free chocolate milk and donuts!!!