The Fast Food Experience

I just got back after spending two hours with my ex-employer. I'm helping him sell his car which he has told me he isn't actually going to sell. He just wants to waste my time. He wants to sell it on this elusive device people keep talking about, the Internet. I asked him why he didn't just put a For Sale sign on the car. This a picture of it (yes, that's MS Paint's airbrush I used to black out the background):


"I did that, but I got a lot of people calling me up. One guy said he'd take it for $500, so I took the sign down. What did that guy think he was doing?"
"I don't know."

So, he's watching his son's dog. He wanted to go up to the library, but his son told him he couldn't leave the dog in the car when it's 95 degrees out.

"Can you believe that? He said the damn dog would die."
"Well, actually, if you... nevermind. Yeah, that's crazy."

At the end of the day, I really had to go to the bathroom, but I figured we'd be leaving in a second. Wait, the dog needs to go. Nope. But look at him run after squirrels!

"Damn, those books I told you I'd give you aren't here. Let me go upstairs and get them."
"No! That's all right. Forget about them."
"Well, I guess you're not going to read them today, anyway."
"Yeah."

We get in the car, and some horrible noises start coming out of the car's speakers.

"My wife likes to listen to this stuff. Do you know what this is?"
"Is it... learn Hebrew songs?"
"Yeah."

--Shalom means hi, how do you do! It's fun to sing about the words we know!--

"Shit! My wife drove all the way to the city and didn't get gas! I'm going to be running on air. I've got to get this to a gas station fast!"

His gas was 25% full, of course.

The worst thing of all is that I have to work tomorrow, anyway. 8pm to 1am, and Office Market still hasn't called me back.

I'm stuck between a lunatic and an insane asylum.

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