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May 3, 2007

Jim: Below Exhaust

“Nope,” I said, looking up from the catalog and shaking my head. “These aren’t what I want.”

The jumpsuited clerk looked at me wearily. “Then tell me again what you want.”

I sighed. “Okay.” I nodded at the people in the waiting area. “Most of those folks are tired.”

He nodded.

“While you guys,” I pointed at the clerk and his buddy behind the counter, “Are really tired.”

He nodded again, slower this time.

“And I want to be really, really tired!” The next page I flipped showed monster trucks. “Here!” I shouted. “These are the Firestone tires I want!”

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