It ends up, that despite my best intentions, I may have become a 'local'. There are 'symptoms'. Independent of one another, they seem like isolated incidents. Collectively, well...
- After ordering Fish n' Chips at the local deil, the clerk leaned over the counter with a conspiratorial glance and whispered, 'They're not actually chips, they're fries."
- We have tickets to go see Rosco P. Coltrane throw out the first pitch at the Brainerd Lunkers game.
- I have, with the upmost grace, accepted Pickled Herring as a hostess gift.
- I know Mr. Holiday. Mr. Holiday knows me.
- www.crowwingcriminals.com is a bookmark on my computer. Because I know people who are 'featured'.
I am currently seeking a second opinion.
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