“I have a headache,” a friend complains.
“Me too!” I say. I do, my head is doing something weird and it’s equating to pain.
She glares at me. I’m familiar with the glare. It says, you always have a headache. I have a headache now, it’s my turn. She actually rolls her eyes as I continue to smile at her.
“Do you want Aleve?” I offer. She denies the offer.