15 Headlines For A Nasty Case Of The Mondays

A dark and stormy night in a small town in the American south. A young woman sits on the stoop of her apartment. She is smoking a cigarette, staring into nothing. The wind blows hard and rain begins to fall in sheets of ice-cold liquid. It pours down her face.

The door opens with a creak as it has for years. She looks up and sees the old man.

She is not afraid. In fact she seems quite pleased. The old man is carrying two large bags that are stuffed with books. He has an umbrella and wears a hat.

"What brings you around here at this time?" the woman asks with a laugh, as if she's been waiting all day for him to come.

"Oh, you know," the old man says. "I was looking for that list in this pile of books."

"The list?"

"Yeah. You know the one. The list of fifteen facts I wrote down by hand thirty-five years ago. And I found it, thank God. Here, let me show it to you. It starts with ...