584: A Cup Of Sugar

You must have been asleep when I rang your doorbell yesterday morning. I can’t say that I blame you, I mean, after all it was quarter of six. Some respectable people are still asleep at quarter of six, or so I am told.

Anyway, I rang several times, and then I pounded on the door for a bit, but I didn’t hear anything. Later on I saw you driving down the street, and I tried to pull you over so we could talk, but you just swerved and waved your hand out the window. It’s funny, but I could have sworn that your middle finger was sticking out in a really strange way. I was worried that your hand might have been hurt or something.

Anyhow, we still didn’t have a time to talk, and I didn’t know what to do. I remembered how you always went swimming in the afternoon, so I stopped by the pool but it turns out that you weren’t there after all.

So I had a hamburger.

Then I decided to look for you again. Anyhow, I’m glad I’ve finally found you. Could you spare a cup of sugar?


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