Why It Sucks to Be a Friendly Woman

The latest incident has had me searching for a new chiropractor.

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I’m super friendly. I smile pretty much all of the time. I remember your name and the names of your dog, spouse, and/or children. I will remember that you are training for a triathlon or visiting an exotic location soon, and I’ll ask you about it when I see you six months to a year later.