Friday, February 22, 2008


I went to a little happy hour after work and stopped by the gas station on Washington and Magazine for cigs on the way back. A well-dressed, well-manicure middle aged woman approaches me as I'm standing in line.

"Where can I get some liquour?" she asks.

"Hm. Probably your best bet is the A&P about three blocks down."

"Is it far?"

"No, not far at all. You could probably walk there."

"Good, because I'm supposed to be at work."


In other news, I have now officially turned into that girl who calls the Chinese restaurant and they already know what I'm going to order for take-out. Oh, so sad.

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