A few hours ago, my dad and I were undertaking
the potentially futile mission of buying a gallon of milk at a little
before 9 p.m. on Christmas Eve, and the usual places were all showing as
closed...
DAD: Oh, look--that gas station has a convenience store. Maybe they have milk..
ME: They might, but you'll pay out the wazoo for it if they do.
DAD: That's OK, we'll check anyway. And I'm bringing my wazoo in with me when we go.
ME: To pay out of?
DAD: That's right.
Monday, December 24, 2012
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