Since the card machines at the pump were not working, I was forced to stand in line next to a boomer. He complained and went on about supply chain shortages and the lethargy of young people’s performance at work.
The boomer commented on the tattoo on my wrist “Are you in a gang? You’re definitely not getting drafted”.
You’re damn right I’m not getting drafted. Fighting on the front lines of World War 3 and you’re going to be drinking wine in your multi million dollar yacht, surrounded by beautiful foreign women? I don’t think so. I’m getting another tattoo on my left wrist tomorrow, immediately. By the way, how do you spell fuck you in Spanish? I want that on my neck.
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