Query to the World at Large:
Why is it that everywhere I go, I end up giving away all my handkerchiefs?
Not that I mind, and of course I'm not obliged to give them away, but it's always struck me as a bit odd. No matter how many I fold into my pockets, when I come home in the evening they've all been handed out.
One of those odd laws of the universe, no?
Not that I mind, and of course I'm not obliged to give them away, but it's always struck me as a bit odd. No matter how many I fold into my pockets, when I come home in the evening they've all been handed out.
One of those odd laws of the universe, no?