This morning in the break room one of my 23 year-old coworkers was wearing a
Catch 22 shirt. I remarked how I loved the
book and her eyes got glassy like she just
bonged a box of Franzia. She than sighed and said in the most demeaning tone, "
Catch 22 is a band, Matt." So now I am off to
walk the mall in beige Velcro shoes, hit the early bird at the Sizzler and then fall asleep in the easy chair before dusk watching reruns of
Matlock.
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