dear roadside assistance... i am indeed stranded at starbucks. to any normal outsider... this situation has all the probable means of sounding quite bizarre, maybe even comical. but to my friends, to my pals, my fellow baristas... and even to my mutually beneficial friend in the oz, today is just like any other in the life of george... pop-a-lock, make haste. for my bed-time is nye, and while yes, i have coffee, conversation... and my trust little macintosh - i am without my warm bed... my warm bed located in the area code 31280. i just to take this time to say a warm and smily thank-you to Francis, in japan, for answering my phone call when i dialed that trusty little AT&T help line that i never thought that i would need, and for being so patient when i couldnt find the address for the store, and for telling me to have a great day. even if our conversation was probably being recorded and/or monitored, and even if you did sound quite mechanical at times, i felt like we could've truly bonded over my lone experience in the starbucks parking lot, trying to figure out what kind of car i drive. thank you most of all for leaving me on hold for 7 minutes, but thank you for apologizing... and thank you for forgetting me.. also, i would like to thank sir evan collins, for lending me his cardboard jacket... for laughing at me... for understanding... and for asking cops to open my car - even if it was to no avail. thank you evan, you're a delightful human being.
oh friendly popalock man..
you are now officially late
it is quite a bother of course
but i forgive you
no worries
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