Friday, September 2, 2011

how I know it's Friday

As I waited in the quick check-out line at the supermarket, late this afternoon, with the chicken Andouille sausages I was picking up to add to our dinner (pan-fried ravioli with vegetables and sausage in olive oil and a flavoring mix I have to order by mail, a favorite dish here), the guy in front of me was buying four large cans of Foster's lager. The guy in front of him had a huge bottle of vodka and a bag of cheetos.

Drove home expeditiously, before either of them could consider partaking of their liquid purchases before driving.

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