Sophia Jane Hayden
Gaby sat up in bed one morning and said aloud to herself, “I only like apple juice, but I don’t have a juicer.” Then she drew a picture of her dilemma and placed it in her scrapbook of personal dilemmas.
That morning’s dilemma, along with her signature “Quirky Gaby” picture, was seen by nearly five million people who follow “THE QUIRKY GABY DILEMMA.” By next week, she’d received a dozen juicers. Gaby diligently tested the machines, resolving that particular “QUIRKY GABY DILEMMA” by picturing herself drinking apple juice next to the deluxe brand. Her fans were relieved.
The next morning, Gaby sat up in bed and said aloud, “Why do I have small paperclips when larger ones do the same thing?”
Fifty-three-year-old Elaine decided she was done
with dating. Doug’s online profile stated he was a
psychoneuroimmunologist. As they walked to the
restaurant, he said he was intrigued by the Maple
tree’s marcescence. As they dined, he explained
he recently had laryngotracheobronchitis and was
reading a book about the deinstitutionalizing of 18th
century counterrevolutionaries. He expressed a
dislike of felines because they were Zuigerphobics.
Before dessert, Elaine realized she suffered from
hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia—-
(a fear of big words,) and had to leave the cafe.