Dumping the Fuel

I dump the fuel.

Jettison the brain cells right out the back of my head at any unexpected social situation.

Case in point: I ditched the whole payload yesterday when the grocery bagger insisted onhelping me out to my car.

Proof of the dump?

I couldn’t find my car.

More proof?

I then went to the wrong car.

Hopefully, nobody slipped on my brains and broke a hip.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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