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If you are in a ditch, and you see my mother, call me.

In our family, we say:

“You don’t call? How do I know you’re not stuck in a ditch somewhere?”

which, over the years, has become:

“Call me if you’re going to be in a ditch somewhere”

which is now:

to my Mom, please put the following on a Post It on your dash board:

“If you happen to find me, and you also happen to be in a ditch, please call my daughter.”

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