Anonymous Millionaire

 When I last wrote, I was actually dictating my column from atop the shoulders of the man who carries me from place to place whenever my feet would otherwise have to touch the ground. We were heading toward my spare yacht, as I prepared to embark on a marvelous vacation I’d been waiting all day to begin.

“I remember before the economy caused us to cut back,” I yelled to the man who carries the man who carries me. “Two vacations a day was so much more civilized than just the one.” “This is too much weight for me to bear,” he yelled back, as I felt myself start to topple.

“You mean it’s too much wait for you to bear, don’t you? Too much wait between vacations?” I said, with a hearty chuckle. “I did some wordplay there, didn’t I? Why aren’t you laughing? And why am I falling to my left? You know I prefer to fall to my right.”

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