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Where the Rubber Meets the Road

Overheard from the front of the van, as Fiddledaddy leans over my now empty coffee drink.

Fiddledaddy: “You know, caffeine makes you jumpy.

Me: “What’s your point?

Fiddledaddy: “I’m just sayin’, you might cut back on the caffeine. Then you won’t be so jumpy.”

Me: “You start messin’ with my caffeine, and I’ll make your life really unpleasant.”

(Reflective pause)

Fiddledaddy: “Would you like to stop and get an iced tea?”

Me: “Thank you. That would be lovely.”

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