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An Hour In The Life
The crackers. The crackers.
Okay, mom, I’m going to go to the bank for you. If I’m the first one there it shouldn’t take too long and then I might hit the grocery store and get those crackers you want that are on sale. I’ve got an hour before I absolutely, positively have to leave for work. But nothing should be too busy at 9:00 in the morning.
The Bank Drive-Thru
Excellent, nobody else is here yet. “Can I get all $20s? Thanks.”
*15 minutes later*
“Is there anything else we can do for you?” (Give me back the last 15 minutes of my life? I mean, what are you doing in there? Knitting a blanket?) “No, thanks.”
The Convenience Store Because COFFEE
“How much are the scratch off tickets on the bottom row?”
“It should have the price on them.”
“No, I don’t think it does.”
*comes around the counter, points* “It’s right there in the corner.”
*clutching coffee like a rope dangling from a helicopter flying over New York City* OHHH, I thought you meant the price was on the glass. It’s on the ticket. I’m so sorry. But it’s way too small, no way I could see that. HAHA!”
