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August 05, 2003-8:37 p.m. This evening I popped into Wal-Mart for a prescription they hadn't been able to fill on Saturday. As I was leaving the pharmacy area, there was a man who looked to be in his mid-fifties walking down the main aisle with what appeared to be a window unit air conditioner in his cart. As he was walking along at a pretty good clip he called, "Pauline" "Wanda" "Pauline" "Wanda" "Pauline" "Wanda" If I had been Pauline or Wanda, I would have been hiding and trying to make myself blend into a wall of cough suppressants. **Disclaimer: All characters in this diary are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, real or imagined, is purely coincidental and unintentional.** |
