Fake.
I felt all bad about my treatment of Max, especially when I saw the picture of him going through the drive-through. Then I realized something. Max never has cash, and I know for a fact he's not been trained on using a credit card. How was Max going to buy me my Soft Flour Taco (with sour cream) if he can't even pay for it?
The answer: he can't. Without thumbs, Max is virtually unable to hand the Visa/Master Card to the guy in the window. It's just not possible. I know something about physics, Jami. I know that that is physics-ally impossible.
That said, I still don't have my Taco.
In other news, I went out to get the mail earlier and it was overcast. I think we must have some clouds in the sky. That's why I couldn't see the sun as much as I have on days past. I bet if the clouds go away, the sun will be out. Unless it's night. Then the moon will be out (unless the clouds are back).
Okay, I have an appointment. I'll be back in...
"2 and 2"
- C. Woolery
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