To appeal to men in such a way is really weird. Almost like they can’t tolerate the idea of men actually thinking for themselves.
Daughter hit a nasty pothole and popped a tire. A USPS truck pulled up, driver cheerfully helped her change in the spare.
She asked his name. “Call me Corn,” he said. “Like corn on the cob.” And drove off.
There are good people out there and some of them are named Corn.
🌽.