“Excuse me.” “…” “Um, waitress? Excuse me.” “…” “Um? Eh – excuse me, um, miss?” “…” “…oh, come on…Excuse me!” “Okay, yeah.” “Can I please get a steak knife for this?” “Uh. But that’s pork.”
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24H Challenge – 6: Shy Summer
When he jumped over the counter and showed me the gun, all I could think of was Julie. She had gone with some of my other friends to see Little Shop of Horrors. I was working that night, and I had already seen it anyway. The plan was for them to go see the movie … Continue reading »
