(Because sometimes when I think I'm alone, I have spontaneous tourettes symptoms. ) An older man named Ron was out there. He retired last year but comes in to help courier stuff sometimes so he has something to do.
Anyway, all I got out of my mouth was " I'M DRIVING DOW....! " Before I saw him.
I think I scared a bottle of geritol out of him.
Ron: " What the he...? "
Me: " NO! I don't know! "
Ron: " What were you going to sing?"
Me: " Nothing, I don't know."
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