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Tales From the City

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February 05, 2012

A couple of years ago, I happened to mention to a friend on a commuter train that my husband and I were going to visit a couple we know who spend winters in California and that we thought it would be fun to bring them each a Patriots sweat shirt. He asked, “Are you getting them a 36 or a 38?” I replied, “No, we’re getting extra larges.” It didn’t occur to me until I got in my car that he was asking about which Super Bowl shirt I was buying, XXXVI or XXXVIII.

Pat Cicalese / Stoughton

A lesson in priorities

As I was undergoing a test at a Boston hospital late one afternoon, I overheard one of the technicians grumbling to another young woman about what a long day it had been and how tired she was. “Oh, yes,” the other replied, “but my day used to be even longer when I had a part-time job at night. I had to quit it, though, because it was taking too much of a toll on my appearance. The last time I went out to a club, they didn’t card me!”

Jane Howard / Dorchester