Tuesday, May 22, 2007

5/22/07

Woman at waiting for her trashy coffee drink at Caribou. She looked at it for about thirty seconds and then said, "May Twenty Second, Two Thousand Seven. It feels like this taken from a piece of art. Like you got another painting and cut it into a million pieces and wrote the date on the back." After she left, Bill said, "She was not that in to it."

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