Even though I packed leftovers for lunch, my gut told me to get Arby's instead. I went there with a ten dollar bill, ordered a sandwich and a small fry, and received a ten and four ones in change. Of course, I didn't notice this until I was back at the office. I am now wrestling with the ethical dilemma of returning the cash or pocketing it, and thanking my good karma. Unfortunately, something tells me that if I keep it, I'm daring karma to bite me in the ass. I also don't want anyone to get into trouble -- I picture a stern discussion with the manager, with horrible allegations of stealing nine dollars; the cashier crying into packets of Horsey sauce.
Honesty will win out yet again, but at least this time it made for a fun little lunchtime story.
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter. - Victor is finally home from Japan and I didn’t set the house on fire or eat any of our pets while he was gone. Yay for the small things! He always comes b...
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