I Didn’t See Kim Kardashian in Miami, but I Think I Saw Her Car Get Towed
<p>At the airport, my husband keeps forgetting we’re headed to Miami, Florida, not Miami, France.</p>
<p>He keeps grabbing my arm and whispering, “Shit, I forgot my passport.” I unhook him and remind him we don’t need passports for Miami, Florida.</p>
<p>“Miami, Florida?” he asks. “Are you sure? I’ve spent all of May practicing my je ne sais quoi’s.”</p>
<p>I understand his confusion.</p>
<p>People always mix up Miami, Florida, and Miami, Florida. They both smell like croissants, people don’t pick up their dog shit, and they’re both deeply Republican.</p>
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