...I stopped at sNs to get cat food. I was in line behind a man who was having a lot of good-natured conversational chitchat with the clerk. He was talking more than listening, so she had to repeat her request for his birthdate, as he was buying some beer. He answered "Four/four/ forty-four." I commented that I felt I should call William Mattare. He laughed and said whenever he hears his ad, he feels like punching him in the nose. (444-4444)
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