Let me set the scene... I am standing in the street near my widowed neighbor's sidewalk as she discusses the concrete repair work. A car could be heard in the distance, growing closer. Then, from around the corner of the widow's house, his car emerges, driver side window approximately 2/5ths down.
The following conversation took place at approximately 8:55am on Monday May 19, 2008:
Cute Funeral Home Guy: Hi!
Me (waving): Hey!
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I'm never getting my dream job at this rate- never!
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