Some seashells may have saved my life. A few months ago, I asked my wife where she’d go if she could go anywhere. Over the years we’ve traveled a fair amount, but usually to places for a story I was writing. I’m sure she enjoyed the time in Argentina when I wrote about the vanishing way of life of the gaucho and touring the 42-acre tomato greenhouse in Germany was another good time, but I'm not sure either trip was on her bucket list.
My husband points out something he calls “incremental disclosure”. That’s the situation where they tell you they need x pieces of information and when you provide it they inform you that you also need y piece of information, and providing that leads to a request for z. This has been known to go back to the beginning of the alphabet. He has a story of five visits to the DMV, the last of which led to raised voices.
It was probably ROBIN'S life the shells saved that day.
My husband points out something he calls “incremental disclosure”. That’s the situation where they tell you they need x pieces of information and when you provide it they inform you that you also need y piece of information, and providing that leads to a request for z. This has been known to go back to the beginning of the alphabet. He has a story of five visits to the DMV, the last of which led to raised voices.