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at the very least, it's tacky

after a friend confides in you that a long-awaited vacation has gone belly-up because of a completely unexpected and ill-timed plumbing failure, shouldn't there be some kind of reasonable mourning period -- you know, longer than A DAY -- before you can bring up your own fancy vacation plans?

go on, rub it in my face! thanks for emailing me a link to your newfound tropical paradise!

(yeah, well, this did happen a few days ago, but it still rankles.)



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