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"I'm just dropping off a piece of mail. I won't even be getting out of the car," I thought, justifying my wearing Uggs to run an errand.

"Oh wait, I need booze for tonight," I thought later. Thus did I dash into the liquor store.

"Crap. That's right. I lost my credit card and the new one hasn't come yet," I thought, looking in my wallet.

And this, folks, is how your humble correspondent came to stand in a liquor store in his slippers, buying liquor with his home-equity line.