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Hysterically, Yet ...Another Skill

Okay everybody calm down. You're not a genius if you can read a sentence upside down, in print. I have a story... 

When working in defense contracting many moons ago. My boss, Glenn and I had a funny line. "We'll have to kill you if we tell you that." Although, certainly not legal and not desired by ehhh hmmm one of us ... Eye roll... Pray tell, of course not everyone thought is was funny. But after the person would leave the vicinity, we would smile like the cat that swallowed the canary and sometimes giggle.

At some point and time, our director, Chris emphatically declared "... no one can read your handwriting Glenn." Me realizing they were possibly discussing sensitive material, I may have not been cleared for. I halted my motion. Chris hearing my somewhat soft steps on the carpet outside Glenn's office said, "Can Jody read your handwriting?" 

Glenn now truly in wonderment, "Um. Huh." Chris answered his own query, "I guarantee she won't be able to read this." A pause remained, as I respectfully resided outside Glenn's office door. Not looking in. Hearing papers shuffled from within Glenn's office. 

Chris calls out, "Jody, you can come in." I enter, "Yes? I gather you'd like me to read the little piece of paper in front of Glenn on his desk?" The two men standing look at me and nod. I don't move, as I read it outloud to them without a hitch. They scoff together. Chris responds with a smirk, "That's upside down. Are you sure?" I replied, "Oh I wasn't thinking of that. But that's what's written by Glenn on that piece of paper." Glenn replies, "Jody's never complains." I nod, "Yeah, it's my job. You know, take an order."

Chris shook his head, still smirking. "And you weren't in here either, as I entered Glenn's office. You were working around the corner. (A beat) You have no problems reading Glenn's handwriting?" I replied, "I never thought about it."

I now declare:

I am the QUEEN of bad-handwriting upside down reading. (Evil laugh included.) And I am still alive. --- Jody-Lynn Reicher


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