The plane was ready to take off, and I could not help noticing the woman sitting next to me. She looked like the national real estate agent of the year. Her iridescent baby blue and muted magenta tweed outfit clung to a body that survived on Special-K alone.
“What do you do?” she asked in a voice that could marshal the hormones of an octogenarian.
“I’m an economist,” I flustered.
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