Decked out in an old dress of mine -- something from the 80s, no doubt -- Ramona trudged into the kitchen and sighed.
"What's the matter?" I asked.
Another sigh.
"You," she said accusingly, "don't know what it's like to have to spend every day going to a robot convention and wearing shoulder pads."
She turned around and left the room.
Well, now.
She's got me pegged. I don't have a clue.
2 comments:
Boy, do I remember shoulder pads!
Tell Ramona I feel her pain! LOL!
It is quite a faux pas for robots to be wearing shoulder pads these days....
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