I got a call from my favorite cousin the other
day. I hadn’t heard from her for, oh, say,
thirty or forty years. She actually didn’t call
me. She meant to call my sister, but mis-dialed.
I didn’t even know she had my number. She
must have gotten it from my sister who
probably told her that I would like hearing
from her. And so I was sort of excited to hear
from her but she didn’t seem pleased at all.
Well, anyway I told her that I got grandpa’s
gene for baldness. She said, “Oh that’s too
bad. I envisioned you having that wonderful
head of hair like your father,” like I was
disappointing her. And with that she abruptly
said goodbye and hung up.