When I was packing up some “important papers,” I found amid them this Roz Chast cartoon I had ripped from The New Yorker (undoubtedly belonging to someone else) in 2004. I remember I could not stop laughing when I saw this cartoon the first time and it always makes me laugh whenever I run across it in moving stuff around, which is why I have kept it so long. It made me faintly faint-y when it surprised me this time, but then when I reread it I still thought it was too funny.

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