Mike's Angst

Mike approached Jennifer slowly.

"Tell me," he said, "are you a real travel agent?"

She looked at him suspiciously.

"Of course I am," she snapped.

"Well, what I mean is, I've met a writer whose books you can't read, an artist whose paintings you can't see, and a chef whose food you can't eat."

"Oh, I see what you mean. Well, yes, I send real people on real trips to real places."

"Hold me."

Jennifer slapped him.

"Get a hold of yourself, man!"


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