Ugh.
Well, I can’t stop at the Framingham services on the Massachusetts Turnpike any more.
The last time I stopped for my snack the cashier said he loved me. The time before that he made kissing noises at me. The time (or maybe two times) before that was the first time I’d ever seen this particular cashier. Now I’m just creeped out.
The last time I stopped for my snack the cashier said he loved me. The time before that he made kissing noises at me. The time (or maybe two times) before that was the first time I’d ever seen this particular cashier. Now I’m just creeped out.
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Ironically, one of my friends also lives there, but nobody's perfect (he also lived next door to a professional panhandler everyone knew over there which will never cease to amaze me).
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