Today a skate punk asked me if I had an "extra dollar." I don't know that I've ever had an extra dollar. I should have directed him to "One Less Car."
I don't remember the context, but "....exactly nine months, two weeks, and three days to the day...."
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Too bad he didn't hit me up. I have these piles of extra dollars I've been looking for a way to dispose of. They really are pesky. I keep tripping over them. Even though he only wanted one, probably he has a few friends or acquaintances who could each use an extra one as well. It would save me having to pack them all up for the move.
I am reminded of my first boyfriend, who, when approached by a person asking for change, asked him how much he had. "Thirty five cents," said the change-asker. "I've got a quarter," said the erstwhile swain. "Tell you what. You give me five cents, and then we'll both have thirty." That it was true doesn't really detract from its skeeviness.
I'm appalled that relationship didn't work out for you two. Or alternately, for the Swain and the Change-asker.
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