Pop, Pop. Buy, Sell.
As the time between pops increases, I hold out pressing stop, convinced that I can get one more kernel to morph.
Pop.
YES!
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Pop!
Yes!
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Stop now?
Pop.
Yessss!
This butter-coated belief that I can somehow outsmart the good people at Orville Redenbacher almost always leads to a burnt bag.
Unrelated note: The other day at work a customer told Tara he was allergic to microwaves.
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Maybe it's because my vacation is around the corner, but work customers have been extra rough this week.
Top three, just from yesterday:
"This sausage doesn't look enough like sausage. Can I have some that looks more like sausage."
"I want a cup of soup. But can you put it in a bowl so it's easier to eat. And add extra broth."
"The door to the bathroom is too heavy. If I get trapped in there I'm filing a lawsuit!"
Have I mentioned I have 4 more days until my vacation? Sigh.
Amalia, that just made me laugh out loud so hard.
I'm crying a little.
Also, I'm so jealous of your vacation I can't stand it.
You're going to have weeks of conversations like this:
Tara: If you could have any wild animal as a pet, what would it be?
Me: Umm, I don't know. Baby tiger, I guess. But I wouldn't want it to grow into a big tiger because I'd be scared of it. What about you?
Tara (Shrugging and nodding like the answer was obvious): Penguin.
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