Saturday, March 16, 2024

Not Greedy

It looks like they’ve got an event coming up at the vintage store we’re shopping - there’s a velvet rope-type-thing, and a bouncer, and somebody is setting up a barbecue under a tent right by the entrance. 

As we’re going in, the bouncer stops us, saying, “You know there’s a fee for entering: a fist bump.”

Katie gives him one, and he gives her a big smile, and I give him one, and then ask if he needs a two-fisted bump. 

“Nah, one’s fine, I’m not greedy,” he says. 

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