"How did I end up here?", I said to no one in particular. "How is it that I'm almost 50 years old and I'm spending a Saturday afternoon sitting in Zumiez trying to get the XBox to work to pass the time. How?"
"We had unprotected sex seventeen and a half years ago", the almost 60 year old man sitting next to me replied.
So we sat and waited until we were summoned to the register to pay the bill.
School shopping has begun.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
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