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I met a guy recently.

I've taken to volunteering in the church office one morning each week. I perform highly skilled tasks, mostly folding bulletin inserts and then inserting them in said bulletins. It's rhythmic work and the church secretary is a delightful person and from time to time someone else pops in and that keeps it interesting.

So, one morning this guy that I didn't know came in and got right to work, standing at the counter, going over a bulletin and making suggestions and corrections. He was earnest and knowledgable and the secretary seemed to be grateful for his help (let the record show that in her previous life she was a dental hygienist, known more for plaque removal than elegance of syntax). They worked intensely for a bit and then there was a break and we were introduced.

He told me that he was a retired editor from Philadelphia's major newspaper and was happy to use his experience to assist our church. I liked him right away and told him that I had been the fifth grade spelling champion and spent many years as an executive secretary. And then he got right to the heart of things, asking me, "So where are you on the Oxford comma?" I was utterly delighted. I immediately told him that I was very much in favor of the O.C., and he replied (as I knew he would) that he was too and we both sighed and smiled, and I knew we were going to get along famously.

That's all.