So, I went to my local place for a sub on my way to work tonight. I almost always order the #15 on a french roll. When I said "#2" tonight, the guy said "Throwin' me a curve ball, huh?" It dawned on me at that point that I might go there a bit too often.
I was going through my blogs tonight and refreshing some of them, and realized I hadn't updated you on the situation in THIS blog, with the person that I made mad not speaking to me. The "incident" happened around January 12. It is now, officially, May 11. I see him every night when I come to work. He has still not spoken to me. The sad part? I've had no reason to care.
That's all I've got for now. Good day.
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