A Short Tale

Hello eager awaiters of all things Susan. I'm afraid I only have a short story today- let's face facts I've been spoiling you recently anyway. Susan may be an idiot but she doesn't make a priceless contributions to my life like envelope-gate every day.

We were taking about 4 wheel drive vehicles in the office. I'm not sure why, I'm not particularly excited by cars so I suspect an office alpha-male must have started the topic. Anyway, I'm rambling- the point is that there was a conversation afoot about 4 wheel drive. Susan's contribution was:

"why is it called 4 wheel drive, don't all cars have four wheels?"

A perfectly valid question of course. For a nine year old.

I'll be back next week and I promise something more substantial. Until then, I have some homework for you: some of you have suggested that you know a Susan yourself. In order to distract us from the terrifying prospect of a world filled with Susans, I'd like you to give some thought as to what the collective noun for Susans would be. A wrong of Susans perhaps? A condition of Susans? I'm sure you can do better. Fairwell.

PS Some of you have emailed me. Thank you very much! I'm not ignoring you and I will reply.