Saturday, January 06, 2007
Another letter to the editor.
Going to Mexican Safeway hasn't been the same since Byron quit. I wander up and down the aisles, listlessly dumping over-priced groceries into my cart. I squint as I read the fine print to discern whether the bigger container is cheaper or not. At least my cute across-the-alley neighbor was there today. He is very fine, but I doubt he knows it- nice skin, good teeth, the sexy moustache that many young Mexican-American guys have. We chatted for a while, I made a comment about his huge package- of Velveeta. Turns out the neighbor's dad uses it to go fishing. Who would have thought?
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Going to Mexican Safeway hasn't been the same since Byron quit. I wander up and down the aisles, listlessly dumping over-priced groceries into my cart. I squint as I read the fine print to discern whether the bigger container is cheaper or not. At least my cute across-the-alley neighbor was there today. He is very fine, but I doubt he knows it- nice skin, good teeth, the sexy moustache that many young Mexican-American guys have. We chatted for a while, I made a comment about his huge package- of Velveeta. Turns out the neighbor's dad uses it to go fishing. Who would have thought?
