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A couple weeks ago to my horror, there was no food in the fridge so I decided to take a walk around the neighborhood. I noticed a happy hour sign in front of a drinking establishment I've never been to as it was after 9pm. At the same time I sensed a fairly good looking young guy in his mid-early twenties eyes glued and double fisting his smartphone approaching from the sidewalk 20 meters away. I stepped back to let him pass. He spat in front of the entrance and in front of me! I'm sure he must have seen that as uncouth.
I lost my appetite.
As I walked back home empty-handed in the relative dark, it must have been one of the most nicest silhouettes I've seen in a while. And no, it wasn't a prostitute.
Even at my age, I stopped, back peddled and looked at the 2015 S3 sedan barely shining under the light from the distant lamp post. The seats looked superior to the M2 and I don't know if it was just me but it seemed like normal sized people couldn't fit in the back.
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