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It was one of those days where you ended up unwillingly participating in taste tests for products that would never be shelved beyond a single two cashier Rainy Day Lime chain that was dying at the hands of the usual stroke and fang the poor mega-doozies. At first you were presented a crumbling Dixie cup worth of a liquid that would flout the most accurate Breathalyzer test around. Why not know about the future of a little ballyhooed market, such as the don’t get busted drinking while operating a _________?
It was a queer feeling exuviating a skin you did not suspect had not been already peeled away. There you were being carefully accosted walking two bikes with two flats, shoe laces all undone through a cordoned off area of dead yellow grass and vandalized warning signs. Did you remember the Christmas the fertilizer company burnt down? But you accepted this ‘challenge’ from the fairly attractive woman fixing her wrinkled blouse in the damning heat. One suspected upon seeing her table and folding chairs with the tired sheet of plastic signage announcing this ‘challenge’ that she was more than apt to leave a little shoulder exposed. Maybe a little of this side in May, maybe a little of that side if a Lucky was hanging out of her pencil sharpener of a mouth.
Was this the same shoulder girl who bought the ominous 40 oz beer they called Lazer with a Z?