Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Saturday, March 13, 2010

3.13b

(3.12)
He slapped the jam down on the counter. "OH YEAH?"
"May I help you, sir?"
"YEAH, I'D LIKE TO BUY THIS JAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS!"
She slowly picked up the jam and rotated it so the bar code was showing. "Will that be all, sir?"
"ONLY IF YOU'RE AVERSE TO DINNER AND A MOVIE!"
"I'm sorry, sir. I can't hear you. Did you say you wanted paper, or plastic?"
"WHICH ANSWER MAKES YOU MORE LIKELY TO GO OUT WITH ME?"
"Then you'll just carry it? Okay. Your change is $4.30."
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I INTENDED, BUT I'M SURE IT WILL BE FINE. DO YOU SELL TOAST HERE?"

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