Wouldn't it be creepy if I ordered a can of whipped cream and a basket of strawberries to arrive Tuesday, and then I showed them to the Safeway man and said, "oh, I don't have a girlfriend; these are just for me"?
[That question mark looks bad inside and outside the quote, so I just gave up.]
Speaking of the Safeway man and creepy, the creepy Safeway driver hasn't been here in months. It's kind of sad.
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