So here’s the deal: Johnny’s in the basement mixing up the medicine, and I’m on the pavement thinking about the government, right? Meantime, the man in the trench coat, badge out, laid off, says he’s got a bad cough and wants to get it paid off — so I’ve got him to worry about. But does any of this stop my wife from waking up and complaining that I haven’t made the coffee yet…?

Newsflash, honey: Johnny, me, and the trench coat guy are kinda busy right now. You know where we keep the Folgers. Throw some in a filter, fill the machine with water, and hit the damn ‘on’ switch, for Chrissakes…

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