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[title] => when i walked into
[time] => 2008-01-08 13:57:15
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[bodytext] => when i walked into the waiting room at the dentist’s there was only one seat open… i took it, grabbed a copy of Newsweek and tried to hide my face. but, before i even opened the magazine this guy on my right starts talking: “…used to play guitar once… years ago, when i was a kid. i was pretty good at it, too!” knowing it was useless, i put down the magazine and turned toward him. he was an ordinary kind of guy… maybe 50. “it was a great way to pick up women. i met all sorts of women when i was playing guitar. that’s how i met my wife.” just then they called my name and i stood up. he reached for my magazine and said: “yep, it’s been years since i played guitar. now, i play second fiddle.” [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 43 [informant] => JohnYamrus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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