Today after an excruciating time at soccer practice and a well deserved shower, Milton, West and I set out to finally sell newspaper ads. We collected one check; however, I learned that if you want to talk to a business manager and/or owner It's best to ask on Wednesday or Thursday either before ten or after four.
The day wasn't a total loss though. Milton and I fought in the Manchester Times office and stole West's car. (Not really, we just moved it to a different parking spot while she was in the bank.) I also learned West loves those rolling storage stools. "I love these things! Ya know why!? Because you can store things in them!" We also had a noodle fight in front of the toy section, which I highly recommend, until one of the workers walked by and gave us a strange look. Milton jumped out of a moving car. This actually consisted of West putting the car in drive, keeping her foot on the break, and Milton just casually stepping out. But now he's at least able to say he got out of a moving car and not be lying.
All in all today was the best, least successful ad selling day. I couldn't ask for better friends than West and Milton. The fact that I have friends that well sing Queen and Journey songs at the top of their lungs with me and hide in the seat of the car from people we know in parking lot is extremely comforting. I am not alone in my weirdness.
You are definitely not alone in weirdness.
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