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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (4000)	10/22/1997 2:21:00 AM
From: epicure	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 71178

1.Think about detergent. 2. Choose a detergent. 3. Buy a detergent. 4. Use detergent. Wow, your detergent poem is so terrific. Have you ever published your poetry? I am just constantly in awe of you. I respect you so much that I often imagine you dead, too. It makes me appreciate you just that extra bit more. Especially when I imagine a giant kitty catches you and eats you under a gigantic bed. I especially enjoy imagining that one, but my therapist finds it disturbing. She has some problems with the "imagine your friends and love ones dead" thing. I can't imagine why. I've told her and told her how much more love I feel when I imagine my favorite people dead. I even shared with her that I've obviously got some healthy transference going as I even imagine her dead, a REAL compliment I thought, but she wasn't even pleased. In fact she has gone so far as to suggest I see someone else. Can you imagine? I almost regret all those times I paid her the honor of imagining her dead at the hands of a crazed patient (most likely a housewife, pushed over the edge by her stocks and children behaving badly on the same day.) Really!!! It is just so hard to understand some people!!!

To: Rambi who wrote (4000)	10/22/1997 1:40:00 PM
From: Thomas C. White	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

"Nonetheless, I resent his implications and so am going to imagine him in a plane from an inferior airline as it falls out of the sky with him being sucked out of the gaping hole in the side." This I read as I'm working my way through my first cuppa and deciding whose emails to ignore. Heavens to Betsy penni, are you still steaming over missing the plane to Rio?? And here I have explained to you time and time again the reason for that Esmarelda woman with the funny accent giggling in the background when I called you from the Copa Palace. However, one more time if it makes you feel better. I had complained that the chocolate pillow mints were missing when they turned down the bed and I had indignantly demanded that they be furnished immediately. Esmarelda is the mint lady, nothing more. You can even call the hotel. They'll tell you. "Oh yes," they'll say, "she's the mint lady." Actually I never for the most part have any qualms about air travel, despite logging around a million miles so far in my brief span of years. The only time I wonder about it is when I change flights, where for example I get an earlier flight or miss one and take a later one. Somewhere in that semiconscious morass dwells the question of whether or not I've just drawn the wrong card.