
I mean really.
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That reminds me a of a cell-phone screamer on my commuter train once. He was talking to his girlfriend and said, “Yeah, call me when you get home, my home number is—” and then hollered his home number. I got off at my stop, went home, called his number, and when his answering machine picked up, I said, “Hi! This is one of the 50 people on the commuter train you just gave your phone number to!”
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I agree!!!
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My father, a professional musician, always used to say that there was a special place in hell for people who wrote on sheet music in ink.
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Yeah the Broadway scores used to come with a notation on the cover “use pencil.”
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