The Hereditary Trick Ear
5:45 p.m. Me: What shall we have for dinner? Shall I make up some pasta?
5:57 You: Dear I am going to boil some eggs? Do you want an egg salad sandwich?
7:43 p,m. Me: I don't want to go out in this snow
7:45 p.m. You: I think there might be ice, maybe you shouldn't go tonight....
10:01 p.m. You: I am going to take my pills and go to bed.
!0:27 p.m. Me: Hey Ma - where are you?
-- Mistryel Walker
Sunday, April 26, 2009
April 26 Poem - The Hereditary Trick Ear
write a poem on miscommunication: