Stopped at the grocery store to buy cake mix, bacon, and sour straws - the essentials of a good time. The lady behind me in line was standing so close to me, I could feel her breath on my left shoulder.
I don't know much about her, except that she enjoys wearing pink crocs and was in line for a can of cat food and two apples. I was annoyed.
As I was leaving, she stopped me and reminded me to grab my Jager that I had left...she wasn't that bad after all.
This is how the night ended. "My Buddy" in the ice chest...
Vivenorie.
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