Thursday, February 11, 2010

All Pursed Up and No Place to Go


I feel strange vibes emanating from the woman behind me in line at the thriftstore, getting a hideous vase or something. Finally she leans in and says: 'You need to zip your purse.' I say: 'Ok, that's probably a good idea.' A minute later she picks it up again: 'You know, I'm not going to reach into it, but somebody might!' Gee, thanks!

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