A few days ago, on our way to Qdoba, James and I passed a tall, lanky kid wearing dark clothes and carrying a skateboard. He was about to jaywalk in front of our car, and, taking one look at his creep 'stache and long, greasy hair I said, "You need to change your clothes, shave your mustache and get a haircut, kid" at the same time that James, leaning over his steering wheel, said, "Get out of the way, young man."
It's only a matter of time before I start wearing a bag over my head on rainy days and he starts forgetting to put his dentures in before dinner.
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