we were at a restaurant in downtown Berkeley, and I ate some of JR's pickle. I admit. Guilty as charged.
He got mad and had me spit it out in his hand. Which I did, obligingly. I can respect that that was his pickle. Totes, yo.
Some moments passed. I don't remember what happened.
He told me that I could have some pickle if I asked for it. You know, without being rude, and without being deserving.
So I asked for some pickle. I've been eating pickles almost daily, and they're totally satisfying.
He gave me back my chewed up pickle and I ate it.
Was that boring?
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This post was like reading a classic. You already know the plot, you know the ending, but you still enjoy reading it -- the beauty is in the execution.
"Some moments passed. I don't remember what happened" -- truly a revelation, a great moment in modern literature.
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