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:
Dear Lord,
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.
Ruthy
You know, Ruthy, sometimes you get the sign — and he’s the wrong one, anyway. Just sayin’!
Can’t read it. Can you transcribe?
Yup, Susie, that sure is true. You have to be careful of what you wish for, you might get it and it might not be what you need or want.