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The Price is Right

Driving along a road in Long Island that I’ve been down perhaps hundreds of times with Brigitte this weekend:

Brigitte: And that’s the hotel where Oma used to work.

Kristi, having never heard this information even once before: What?!

Brigitte: Yeah, she used to be a cleaning woman there.

Kristi: What?!  How have I never heard this?

Brigitte: That’s where she met Vincent Price.

Kristi: The like, Dracula-ish guy?

Brigitte: Mm-hmm.

…Bafflement.

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