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i dry clean my clothes at popeye’s

It’s been a frazzled week.  This point was driven home yesterday when I went to pick up the husband’s fifty million button-up long sleeve shirts from his two week business trip and instead of handing the man behind the counter my dry cleaning ticket, I handed him a Popeye’s Chicken & Biscuits (which I love dearly– especially on Tuesdays) receipt.  Confused, he handed me the receipt back and said, “Sorry, this isn’t us.”

All the while his cellphone was going off and his ringtone was none other than the Austin Powers theme song.  That stuff doesn’t come preprogrammed folks.  This guy had to look for the ringtone and download it.

It was a great scene.

This was interesting because the first thing that popped into my head was, “Becks, too?!” There’s a Popeye’s right by my dry cleaner’s and I always stop to smell it. I’m trying so hard to be good and refrain from what I call Super Tuesdays, but the people at work always go and I always find myself w/ a biscuit and leg.