Thursday, July 31, 2003
at 8:22 AMBoy For Sale
Pam spotted a white Saturn the other day that's selling for $1,700. I copied the number, but when I dialed, the phone beeped at me. A recorded female voice said the number had been disconnected or was no longer in service. After my afternoon training at Marshalls I'll hobble down the road to recopy it. If what I wrote was correct, I suppose I'll just bang on the door. I need a car. Any car.
Of course, I need a license, first. I haven't been able to coincide my schedule with Josh's so that I can take the test on his car. If worse comes to worse this weekend, I'll ask my grandpa to take the test on his. I need my license NOW.
I'm going to solicit down my street for appointments after this post. I need to accumulate some demonstrations.
Everyone after last night's team meeting drove down to a go-cart place, with the object in mind of getting themselves kicked out ("in a nice way", according to the branch manager). I could have gotten a ride from someone, but I opted out, telling them I didn't feel like staying out that late. I used "out" three times in the past two sentences.
