Visa

The 3-year old: I want this, grandma.
Grandma: Oh, I can't get that; I don't have cash with me.
The 3-year old: Use your visa.

Zing!

The Pox

Let the record state that today, May 13, 2007, I am stricken with chicken pox. Angry blisters pepper my face and body. I have over a hundred-degree fever. I am shivering, I am in excruciating pain, I am goddamn itchy, all at once. I can feel each blister throbbing and pulsating as though they are alive.

And I am alone.