After purchasing a miso today, I arrived back at work to discover I had someone else's credit card in my pocket (not my own eftpos card). In the shop I'd checked my receipt as I always do but as the card felt as beat up as mine I didn't even think to check. Only ten minutes later I was happily reunited with my nine-year-old buddy.
A Thought From My Head
An internetual depository for thoughts about things I think about and possibly an update on the latest happenings.
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