Sure, buddy

Was walking past the new Gordon Hotel, en route to Farmer's Market, when an enormous black SUV pulled into their driveway. (I think it was a GMC Denali.) License plate read "NOT FBI."

Sure, buddy.

Rolled

I spent 40 minutes in line at Walgreens this afternoon, trying to pick up my Metformin prescription (and, incidentally,  refuse Denise's oxycontin--it was a scrip they were supposed to fill before her surgery, but they were all out, so we got it from Albertsons/SavMor instead). I'd just gotten to the head of the line when the Muzak started a new song: Rick Astley's "Never Gonna Give You Up."

That's right, I was rickrolled by Walgreens.

This woulda never happened at BiMart.