August 21, 2004


Here in the deep boonies in which the Mrs. and I live there is a deli. It's not much as deli's go, but it sure beats anything else near. Anyway, the Mrs. and I decided to get sandwiches as our little neighborhood deli tonight. This takes some planning, as for some inexplicable reason this place closes at 7:00 on a Saturday night. I left promptly at 6:35, arrived at 20 minutes till, and found the damned place closed.

Closed 15 minutes early on me, the bastards. Unless somebody died, there isn't any reason for this.


Posted by Frinklin at August 21, 2004 07:57 PM
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