11:18 a.m. - 2006-02-01
This is a story that I know halee will appreciate, since she loves all things old and cute. (Unless we're talking about cats, which we are not.)
I've had this huge project implementation at work, which has involved me sending out almost 600 certified letters and the subsequent phone calls those generated. As you can imagine, some of those phone calls get pretty interesting, but the one I want to talk about today is about a little old lady. The letters I sent out were in regards to specific tracts of land, one of which she owned, that we were going to have a meeting about. She calls me to ask what this meeting is about, and then tells me "Well hon, I live in (a big city 5 hours away) and I'm 96, so I don't drive anymore, so I probly won't be able to make that meeting. Also, I've had a terrible infection in my bronicles this winter, but I'm doing a lot better breathing now, so I'd like to come, but I just hate to ask somebody to drive me all that way." Then we talked about all the people around there that she knew when she lived there, and I had actually heard of some of them. After a half hour, we finally got off the phone, but I had written down the word bronicles on the post-it I was taking notes on, just so I could tell you this story.
Seriously, bronicles? There never was a cuter old lady word.
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