Friday, February 13, 2004

He put the bag down, in order to adjust his gloves whose tattered state had interfered with the plastic straps. With a delicate "kaching", the pitch of which summoned up visions of toasts with crystal glasses, the bottle of pasta sauce broke openly cleanly and spilt its contents upon the pavement.

And as he stood there, his glove in hand, he could only think what an unfortunate incident had wasted $2.50, before tax.

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