the man

Mike and I have frequented the neighborhood Subway so often, that whenever we go there on our own, the vietnamese woman who prepares our sandwiches always asks, “Where’s the man?” or “Where’s the woman?” She also asks me if I’m working even when I saunter in, wearing my Dora the Explorer footed pajamas (styling!). Today I walked in by myself, and she asked, “Where’s the man?” So I said, “The man is everywhere. The man is everywhere.”

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