"My god," I said to Jane the bartender. "The last six people to text me work in the Cooterville service industry."
She glared at me. "I'm trying to find a way to not feel insulted by that statement."
"Oh, there isn't one."
Musings from the Round Mound of Unprofound
"My god," I said to Jane the bartender. "The last six people to text me work in the Cooterville service industry."
She glared at me. "I'm trying to find a way to not feel insulted by that statement."
"Oh, there isn't one."