I'm really tired today, so I'm going to tell you a really short one. Mom, Osman, a friend of mom's (Louise Stoner?) and I were in a taxicab in Cairo in 1986. When we stopped at one of Cairo's legendary traffic lights, a nasty man in a car next to us made a crude pass at mom, so she asked me to cuss at him. Fearing that my mother was not up to my cussing, I asked her "How nasty?" She said to give it my very best effort.
I did.
She swatted me.
Oh, well.
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