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Moonshine Entry #697356, added on 05-26-10 @ 2:29 am EDT
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Today I went to dinner with my twenty-four year old daughters. I always enjoy getting together with them. This day was no different. We decided to go to dinner at 5pm which coincides with rush hour. I hate rush hour even though rush hour here is basically nothing compared to the Washington D.C. area or the Bay Area of California. Today during my travels across town I was stalked by Mr. Rooter. His big red van always present in my peripheral vision. At stop lights I was transfixed by the large sixties style illustration of a smiling male face winking at me. Etched angrily into the paint right over the winking eye were the words "FUCK YOU". Hmmm, someone is angry at Mr. Rooter.
At dinner I learned that one of my daughters is dating a man who is four years younger than me. She expected me to be angry at her. My other daughter said, "I think they are good together. He doesn't act like he is forty." I said, "I am sure that helps ." What I wanted to say was "OF COURSE HE IS NOT ACTING LIKE HE IS FORTY! HE IS DATING A TWENTY-FOUR YEAR OLD!" Anyway I took it with a grain of salt because its not likely that my daughter will stay with him. Dinner lasted for about an hour and a half then I headed home.
On my way home, guess what was in my peripheral vision once again? Yes. Mr Rooter with the FUCK YOU etched over his winking eye. What are the odds?
Anyway I hope I never meet the 40 year old.
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