A couple months ago I was leaving Lowe’s with a bunch of plywood for my rattlesnake “arena”, and I reached the exit just as another older gentleman did. We both kind of stopped, and I said “Oh, sorry.” He said “Go ahead, Mr. Cougar.” Wondering why he called me that, I glanced down at my shirt. Sure enough, I was wearing a Washington State shirt (I rarely pay attention to the way I dress, I just grab whatever shirt is first in the drawer, without paying much attention. It makes for some interesting outfits). I said thanks and walked out first.
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