In honor of the Jewish New Year, my brother brought me a lovely bouquet of pollen and a disturbing New Yorker cartoon about pollen. He knows I live in fear of pollen. Pollen is my enemy. Pollen makes me sneeze so much. Pollen hurts my head. Pollen is the bane of my existence. Pollen-wise, it's not good. Is my brother just being ironic or thoughtful? I can't decide.
Thanks,
Pollen Counter
Dear Pollen Counter,
A little of both.
You're welcome,
The SJG
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