Lucky Tom (and what a sexist thought)

Sometimes my thoughts reveal me to be a sexist pig.

I’m sure the fact that I’m a sexist pig is neither revelatory nor shocking to anyone who knows me.

It was much simpler being a sexist pig when I was blind.

I could bump into people and they’d think it was their fault.

Now, with near-perfect eyesight, my old methods don’t work anymore.

Except in my thoughts.

I have to be on guard.

So, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go wash my brain out with soap.

Meanwhile, enjoy.


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