Some of you know that I work in an interesting neighborhood. Most of the crackheads and dealers keep to themselves, so I really don't write much about them. However, you never know what you'll see at the "Square L" on the corner. I usually go outside around lunch to get some exercise, see some trains, and clear my head...as well as get some caffeine 
Anyway, as I'm waiting to purchase some caffeinated goodness, I couldn't help but look at some of the people in line. One customer, in particular, stood out. Even though she was dressed in the neighborhood "uniform" (grubby and smelly clothing, unkempt hair), something was a bit off about her. Incoherent ramblings aside, the thing that really set her off...was the bag of doggie treats she was munching on!
She was holding up the line, because she wanted more treats...and Square L doesn't sell them

Anyway, as I'm waiting to purchase some caffeinated goodness, I couldn't help but look at some of the people in line. One customer, in particular, stood out. Even though she was dressed in the neighborhood "uniform" (grubby and smelly clothing, unkempt hair), something was a bit off about her. Incoherent ramblings aside, the thing that really set her off...was the bag of doggie treats she was munching on!
She was holding up the line, because she wanted more treats...and Square L doesn't sell them



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