AM6 Stage 1 Day 15
Drove to the place where I drop my mail. Some dorky woman has her car door open and looks at me. WTF? I swerve around it and PARK. Get out of my truck. I walk in with that woman slightly behind, she's carrying a rather large package. I look back for a second and proceed to hold the door but not long enough since I remember "what has this broad ever done for me?" - it smacks into her awkwardly, making an audible whack while I keep walking never looking back. A man on a mission. I courteously get what I need and get out of there while she is only able to stare at me with intense eye contact as I pull out and drive off. Not today, sweetie. Maybe 15 years ago.
Oh, yeah. It's back. I think the feebleness from DMSI finally wore off.
Drove to the place where I drop my mail. Some dorky woman has her car door open and looks at me. WTF? I swerve around it and PARK. Get out of my truck. I walk in with that woman slightly behind, she's carrying a rather large package. I look back for a second and proceed to hold the door but not long enough since I remember "what has this broad ever done for me?" - it smacks into her awkwardly, making an audible whack while I keep walking never looking back. A man on a mission. I courteously get what I need and get out of there while she is only able to stare at me with intense eye contact as I pull out and drive off. Not today, sweetie. Maybe 15 years ago.
Oh, yeah. It's back. I think the feebleness from DMSI finally wore off.