This is the sort of piece that, in times long gone by, an aspiring writer would submit to The New Yorker or Saturday Evening Post in the hopes of a small sum of money but, more importantly, of visibility.

The technological trappings of the 21st century notwithstanding, this is easily the sort of thing I could see being written and published anytime after 1950 or so; musings on the small frustrations and difficulties of middle-class suburban living, easily recognizable to the large swathes of the population familiar with them.

-Merc
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