You can't trick them. Reaching for 7 doesn't matter because they're getting there for 8.20. Went to renew my permit. Epic. Cashier was late, there was a spranger on the staircase, bargaining your time for your money. If he had you there for over 40 seconds you were a goner, would give him a buck just to be rid of him.
Love old people. If you're over 65 you don't pay, so there. And still they grumble about the wait, like they have somewhere to go... backgammon on the promenade, the tables are literally stuck to the foundation: going nowhere... and why are they driving? Bless their heart.
But I'll tell you how i knew this day was gonna be off. The landlord had the grass cut and completely threw off my senses. It's my only marking, reverse until the pant with the yellow stripes lean and touches the pot of the pickery one. Now no plant, no shrub. had to inch my way back. jerking every second.
Went to do my eyebrows later and whaddya know, no change in ma purse. First off I ha vent spent a dime in over 4 days, last time i went in my purse was... don't recall. Gas money is in the door compartment, nuts and 'water on the highway' funds lay in the sunvisor. So i offered to do the chicken for my barber. he says yes. i do it. he says he no; thought it was reinvented into something sexier by now. so I'm still owing the barber, who wants to live with that hanging over their head?
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