I wonder if there are countries in the world where number one is number two and number two is number one. I'd hate to be a taxi driver in one of those countries. You pick up a tourist and few minutes into their fare they tell you they need to use the restroom. Number one or number two? You ask. Number two, but you think it's number one, so you take your time.
I wonder how long we've been using the number system? It seems it never goes away. You can be eighty-three years old and turn to your wife, friend, or lover and say I have to go to the bathroom. And they might say, number one or number two. You look at them funny, thinking you're not a kid anymore, number two ...
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