Tuchusocracy

The moment of terror comes slowly at first, rolling under your subconscious before you really know it’s there.  Only once it’s too late do you recognize the signs were there all along – the big stacks of papers that serve as fortifications and the large cups of coffee that can provision any siege. Everyone else knew it, why didn’t you?

It was destined to be one of those marathon meetings from the start.  You walked right into a trap. All you can do now is squirm your tuchus (TUCK-us, Yiddisch for “backside”).

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