Sunday, July 24, 2011

Well, for the Record...

Lots and lots of reasons to leave my neighborhood.

For example, the residents.

Working at the local beer distributor, I've had more than my share of conversations with this singing sensation. My personal favorite happened right after he'd bought a case of beer, walked outside and been hit by a car. He wandered back into the beer distributor and was immediately outraged. Not because he'd been hurt in a hit and run. Not because we offered to call an ambulance or the police or whatever service he needed. But because we wouldn't replace the case of beer he lost when he got hit.

By the way, every conversation always ends with "Alright."

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