Sunday, February 28, 2010
Highly Derivative.
After marching through the rain to finally arrive in the safe haven of Colonel Sander's World Famous Chicken to takeaway dinner, I presented myself at the counter, soaking wet awaiting the attention of one of the Colonels' deputies. Upon realizing that I was a soaking wet mess, a stack of serviettes was thrust into my hands with nary a word but a very shy smile.
Believe it or not, things like that make my entire day bright.
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