When I Hear Old-Timers Tell Tales
Sigh.
When I hear old-timers at work, tell me stories about how they used to pool their change together and be able to drive around all day and night off of that small collection? I can feel the veins in my head pulsing, like a character in a manga that is about to lose it.
When I hear old-timers at work, tell me stories about how they used to pool their change together and be able to drive around all day and night off of that small collection? I can feel the veins in my head pulsing, like a character in a manga that is about to lose it.
posted by Writeprocrastinator at 8:04 PM
3 Comments:
I really miss driving...until I see that nonsense.
Becka,
And somehow, I'll bet cabbies around the Tri-state area miss your terms of endearment and your middle fingers.
You've been tagged, Mr. Touchy. :)
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