On the phone, waiting for the cashier to finish running my credit card card, I hear him say, "I hate their pickles. I'm over here smelling them and....I hate their pickles."
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FARIN' ON THE WEST WINDS OF ERIN
Much ado about whims and fancies.
LOL!! I love pickles.
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