Saturday, July 17, 2010
Me, wearing sweatpants with no pockets, outside to get the mail: "Frank, you aren't the most miserable guy in the world. You aren't even the most miserable guy in this building!"
Frank doesn't know what it takes to get 50 cents from me. It's not difficult. But I resent being pan-handled by my own neighbors at my own doorstep.
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