Twice today, a group of teenagers came in and left us with a cloud of weed smell. I think the pot that people smoke today is stronger than what I knew when I was a teen.
I rushed over to the Hallmark aisle to blow up the balloons. I was pleased I had the time to do that. But then I had too much time, because after the balloons, there wasn't another project for me. So I puttered around the photo department.
I need new pants for work. I can't go on like this.
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