New Jersey Turns to Dear Abby For Desperately Needed Help

Yesterday's Dear Abby column featured the sad tale of a 38-year-old woman, five months pregnant, who is concerned that when she goes clubbing with her fiance (of five years) "Troy," he sticks her with his "best friend" and disappears for hours. When she finds him, he is "sweaty and has a weird look on his face." He insists there's nothing up. Signed, "Suspicious in New Jersey." That is the most stereotypically Jersey advice column letter ever, right? Well, besides the one immediately following it:

DEAR ABBY: I have the most annoying laugh. It goes from a cackle to a loud screech. I have lost friends over this because people don't enjoy being seen in public with me. Is there anything I can do to solve this problem? — KRISTEN IN WAYNE, N.J.

Abby provides the ladies with her trademark solid, no-nonsense advice, but nowhere does she tell them to just get the hell out of New Jersey, so in the end she fails them both.

Dear Abby [uExpress]