Category: Self Deprecation
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In Da Club (with apologies to 50 Cent)
At about 9:15 p.m. there’s a knock on my hotel room door. I open it up, only to find two helpless twenty-one -year-olds holding dress shirts and pants. They give me their best sheepish looks. Millennials don’t iron. I sigh dramatically and tell my stepson Chase and his best friend…
Anne Niederkorn 