I had lunch today with my son in the place that was the birthplace of Larry Fine (of Three Stooges fame), and came upon this heartfelt message on the wall of a bathroom stall:
I really am starting to like him (Jacques). If he’s the right one for me, please show me a sign before I allow it to go any further.
You know, Ruthy, sometimes you get the sign — and he’s the wrong one, anyway. Just sayin’!