Who's tougher, the city mouse or the country mouse? It's an age old question. The mean streets or the hard scrabble. The suburbanite is often left out of the debate. What's the suburbanites biggest woe; Omigod ,I'm running a tad late for my daughter's viola lesson? You might say, that hardly ranks with the locust ate my corn or, the crackhead nextdoor stole my TV.
I've learned only a few things in fifty-six years but, one thing I know for sure, is that my pain will always hurt more than your pain. So while you are all eating your snowshoes because the brucilosis took your milk cow and the gangs are rumbling up the block, remember the mom standing at the granite counter making a peanut butter sandwich this morning. I can't predict who will see the sun go down.
Who's the tough guy now? Ask me tonight.
Are you alleric to peanuts?
ReplyDeleteExactly. Be prepared , my young friend.
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