"Love Means . . . "

In the 70's movie LOVE STORY (#9 on the lost of all time romantic movies) pretty Ali MacGraw tells even prettier Ryan O'Neil that love means never having to say your sorry.  Half way through the movie O'Neil's character finds out from a doctor that MacGraw's character has an incurable disease but he doesn't tell her because graduating 3rd from Harvard Law School he learned never to give a direct answer.  She suspects something is a foot when O'Neil cries every time MacGraw calls him "Preppy" and never recovers from her bad luck, bad writing and bad acting.  Later on Carol Burnett and Harvey Korman parody the movie with one of my favorite lines ever, which goes something like - "Love means never having to say your sorry (cough, cough)."

Saturday morning I get up and ask Jackie if she had a good night sleep.  She tells me that she has a terrible sore throat.and that I better load up on vitamin C.  We ride to work together and soon my first customer arrives.  "How are you doing today Julian?" I ask.  "Not so good.  I have a teweble cold." he mumbles.  After a half an hour drive with my window down and purposely not engaging in any unnecessary conversation with Julian my next person arrives.  Dylan has thick glasses, a really bad greased down hair cut, is barely audible and his mouth is constantly open.  I think perhaps this guy is mentally challenged and don't converse with him either but realize half way through our drive that this is just another sick dude breathing through his mouth who happens to have a bad hair cut.

Well, right now I'm felling good.  I've taken another 1000 whatever of vitamin C this morning and have been praying for protection from nasty germs.  This should be a good week (cough, cough).