Herbert Morrison, Jr. I Presume...

Melissa loves to tell the story of the time her dog, Sarah, got loose and I love to hear it told. She was still living at home with her Dad and stepmom when this went down. Sarah had gotten out and Melissa's stepmother was beside herself. Melis suggested that they take their cars and drive around to look for Sarah while Dad would wait at home. They circled the neighborhood and eventually Melissa met up with Mary. They stopped and as they rolled their respective windows down, Mary, her face red and streaked with tears, clutched her chest and sobbed, "Ohhhhh the hu-man-ity!!! What a nightmare! Why do things like this happen in the world? Why?!" Melissa replied, "Oh please," and drove home where they found Sarah napping beside the barcalounger.