I was walking up the street one fine day when a snippet of someone else’s conversation got picked up in a wind draft and blew past my ear. “What a woman needs … ” the wind said.
I spent the next eight blocks entertaining myself filling in the blank. I had a million fillers but with my need to move a big piece of furniture from one end of my apartment to the other dominating my mind, my favorite turned out to be “What a woman needs is to know she can move a big piece of furniture all by herself if she has wood floors.”
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