The floor lamp had possibilites, but the pillow was a no go throw. The red-shirted man was happy to zap the money back to my credit card and direct me to the light bulb aisle. I found the three-way energy-saving light bulb, some turkey and swiss for tomorrow's sandwich and a new lunchbox.
Did I mention that a plastic container of homemade chili spontaneously erupted inside my favorite lavender lunchbox? That tomato + grease mess will NOT wash out!
The red-shirted customer service-person will probably be less friendly if I take the turkey or swiss back tomorrow. Might be time to leave the do loop* and walk at the nature preserve instead. Breathe in, breathe out.
|Might be a five-lined skink, but I'm not sure.|
*Having a little flashback to Mr. Beckman's computer programming class in 1972. We learned a bit of BASIC, and a dab of Fortran IV. The difficult part was not the programming, but creating the error-free punched tape by which our little programs at Lincoln East H.S. were transmitted over telephone lines to a computer in Omaha that was big as a house.
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