True story

Rochester, MN

I stopped by a friends house one Saturday morning to help her with some yard work. She invited me in and I sat down in the kitchen while she finished up some cleaning there. Things were a bit tense, she couldn't find the broom to sweep the floor, her son was acting up. Everything came to a head and she had to take her son into his bedroom.

A short time later she came back, apologized and said 'Sometimes he thinks I'm just a witch... now what was I looking for?'

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