| Friday, August 26, 2005 |
13:28 - Shut up, brain, or I'll stab you with a Q-Tip
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So I paid for my burrito today with a $20, and got back a $10 and some ones. I tossed what I thought was a $1 into the tip jar, but then the cashier sort of grinned sheepishly and asked me whether the $10 bill I'd actually thrown in there was a mistake or what. With much apology, I fished it out and replaced it with the $1 I'd meant to put in. "It's okay," he said, trying to ease my flusterment. "I know what you meant to do."
And that should be the end of it, right? You'd think so. All is well. Except for one thing: I know that this is going to show up in my dreams sooner or later. I'm going to be haunted by visions of me going to the ATM and finding huge holes in my bank account, and then turning around and having waiters and cashiers wearing top hats and monocles drive by me in Ferraris, waving happily. This is going to screw me up for weeks.
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Brian Tiemann
