Divorce a far better choice

So the C in my name that looked like a K just got some treatment with a permanent marker yesterday. It's my first day walking in my job's new building and I need "biometrics". My old friend walks me down to a lovely chatty man who is shocked to hear I'm not cooking for a hubby.

- CARINE HARTMAN

So the C in my name that looked like a K just got some treatment with a permanent marker yesterday. It's my first day walking in my job's new building and I need "biometrics". My old friend walks me down to a lovely chatty man who is shocked to hear I'm not cooking for a hubby.

"He's been dead for 16 years, thank the Lord," made him decide me not liking the K in my first letter will be replaced with his fat koki's C.

I look at the doctored white piece of plastic with a child's writing: "You know at my old building I had my pic; a personnel number - an identity."