Today on the early morning dump run, the sun finally came out. I pulled up to the kiosk at them entrance to the transfer station, rolled down my window, and started, without looking up, writing my $25.00 check to throw some more of the house away. While I was writing, the fedora-wearing attendant wordlessly reached over and laid a Tootsie Roll so that it balanced perfectly on the open window sill of the Subaru.
Who doesn't like an 8 am Tootsie Roll?
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