Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Explanation
The homeless bum with a bad sense of timing was an unfortunate soul some folks ran into at a community cleanup last Saturday. As he was telling them his sob story, an unruly flask fell off of his person, which did little to enhance his credibility. The bottle, which met its doom on the pavement, was just a tiny picture of the lives it likewise shatters. The man didn't get any money.
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It could have been worse.
Your LIT could have let him in at Midnight while you were on the phone at the front desk...
Right. But I never did security, let alone security with my LIT. (And what were you doing letting your LIT play with the doorbell while you were on the phone? Doesn't give "security" a very good name, Mr. H.)
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