I Proofread this Blog Seven Times

Last week at his job, my brother saw a coworker in the breakroom count everything in her purse, out loud. Then she emptied the contents onto the table, and counted them again, out loud. Then she refilled her purse, counting everything a final time. There were seventeen items in all, as confirmed by the three counts.

He tried to act like nothing odd had happened, but she saw him see and said "Sorry, I'm off my medication for a while, and this is just one of the things I have to do."

"Don't worry about it," he said, "my brother has the same thing."

I can't describe to you the delight on his face as he told me this story.