I haven't aged a day, said my ophthalmologist. What a flirt. The Dutch woman I was chatting with in the waiting room (I knew she was Dutch because I heard the Asian receptionists struggle with her name) found the optometrist arrogant, she couldn't stand him. You gotta love the directness of the Dutch, it sticks around for generations. Her husband was fourth generation, his family founded the first Dutch reformed church in North America, in 1905. In a tiny Dutch community in Washington State, that survives to this day. They were going there this Christmas. Can you tell it's an awful long wait in the optometrist's office?
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