What’s a 4-letter word for national embarrassment and disgrace? — I was going to write about the whole executive privilege nonsense, but then I read about this: Mom Blames Great Store Sale for Leaving Child in Hot Car
Politano told police she intended to run into the store for a few minutes to buy some meat for dinner, but said there were too many specials to pass up.
When I was a kid, my mother knew it was a lie for her to say we were going on a quick shopping trip, but at least she had the decency to drag me into the store with her.* Sheesh!
* where I would promptly turn into a dead-weight loudspeaker, “I’m bored. I wanna go home. Are you done yet?”