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October 21, 2005
"It'll only be an hour."
So I get a call from CJ last night around 11:30, he asks me to come downtown for 45 minutes-an hour. He's meeting a girlfriend and some of her friends. On top of that, today he's off to grand open store 1034 in Grand Island for the weekened, so I go out with him.
We end up at the bars until last call, then getting drunk food, and then when I walk back to the car with one of the girls, she finds out she's gotten another ticket for not having her new plates on yet. It's 1:30 at this point, and what's a guy to do? Go get some tools and put the new plates on RIGHT THEN.
For some reason unknowing to me, I can't find a damn screwdriver in the car (memo to me, fix that). So I drive home, grab a screwdriver and come back to put the front plate on. I walk around to the back plate to discover it needs a wrench.
Argh.
I drive home again, grab a wrench, and then head back and replace the back plate.
Got home around 2:30am this morning. And who says chivalry is dead?
-Will
Kiss me, kill me, your kiss is torture and killing me would be too easy.
Posted by badwillhunting at October 21, 2005 11:43 AM