A few minutes shy of my wife's five o'clock lunch break, as I pulled into the Macy's parking lot, I watched a teacher from my high school enter the store. I had this thought: It'd be funny if she bought a handbag from Melissa.
When her break finally came, my wife hopped into the car, bubbling with news that she'd just sold a nifty leather purse to that very same teacher.
Obviously, I control the universe. So blame your misfortune on my oversight, laziness, or utter disregard.
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