Livin' The Dream
I walk into Kwik Trip on a mission to buy my old roommate a carton of cigarettes. They are apparently quite a bit more expensive in Chicago. (I end up dropping over $40 on 'em. If that's cheaper than what he usually pays... I sure am glad I'm not a smoker.)
I go to make my usual B-line to the beverage section, to snag the usual Cherry and Pomegranate SOBE LIFE WATER!!!
A middle aged man in a UPS uniform is standing near the doors, reading a poster hanging on the wall. One hand is in his pants pocket, and the other is holding a Kwik Trip hotdog, sans bun, which he casually snacks on.
"Howdy," he says to me.
"How's it goin'?" I ask.
"Oh, livin' the dream," he says and takes another bite of his dog.
I go to make my usual B-line to the beverage section, to snag the usual Cherry and Pomegranate SOBE LIFE WATER!!!
A middle aged man in a UPS uniform is standing near the doors, reading a poster hanging on the wall. One hand is in his pants pocket, and the other is holding a Kwik Trip hotdog, sans bun, which he casually snacks on.
"Howdy," he says to me.
"How's it goin'?" I ask.
"Oh, livin' the dream," he says and takes another bite of his dog.
posted by AHaynes at 1:39 AM
1 Comments:
I quiggety quite like this one, very much
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