Yesterday afternoon, feeling a mite peckish, I made my way to the nearby Wendy's, but not before making a stopover at the Bulk Barn to pick up some sweetums. Last time I had bought gummi bears, I committed the fatal error of leaving them unattended while out for school; Wesley devoured the entire untouched bag by himself, leaving me barren of squishy gelatin edibles. As I approached the colourfully alluring displays in front of the Barn, I vowed to rectify that.
I cheerfully went through the bin, employing the clumsy giant metal scoop with considerable dexterity as I gauged the colourscape before me, and plotting strategic tactics. My aim was to procure as many red (and if I had to, orange) bears and as few yellow and green bears as possible. After accomplishing a satisfactory ratio, I hefted my plastic bag onto the counter.
I rang up at precisely two dollars. I almost blurted out right there, "Bitchin'."
posted at 7:20:39 am
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.
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