Since I'm about to come out of early retirement, I've been trying not to exert myself by you know, putting on clothes or something stoopid like that. But I needed toilet paper. So I had to miss the last half of When Harry Met Sally (good thing it's on again at 9!) to run to the market.
The guy in front of me must have been an early retiree also. Only a giant bottle of Jack Daniels and peanut M&Ms for him. Maybe he has yet to discover how much retirement RULES. Or maybe he wasn't laid off at all and he is just an alchy with sweet tooth.
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