Monday, August 06, 2001

Thank the Lord for the few remaining Southern gentlemen! One of my assistant managers at work waits for me if he knows im the last one there. He stands and holds the door open for me, drives me out to my car (about 3857 miles across the parking lot), and waits for me to have my car started before he leaves. How many men these days would do that!?



There's something about the moon tonight. She's got something up her sleeve, I think.

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