Yesterday at 9:18 a.m. at Target, I was hanging up some abandoned jewelry. A guy was standing with his back to me. There is no music, no one else around.
The guy ripped one.
A long loud one. I hate burps because they are like wet farts. Well just imagine me. All I did was look at the guy-- who quickily looked around to see if anyone heard.
He saw me. I saw him.
I looked sick. He looked guilty.
He walked away. I walked to reported the incident to my supervisor.
Pleasant.
The guy ripped one.
A long loud one. I hate burps because they are like wet farts. Well just imagine me. All I did was look at the guy-- who quickily looked around to see if anyone heard.
He saw me. I saw him.
I looked sick. He looked guilty.
He walked away. I walked to reported the incident to my supervisor.
Pleasant.
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