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Wednesday, May 9, 2018
Imagine my disappointment when I finally notice the scrape and dent on my beloved Stanley David Suzuki. Don’t get me wrong here, Stan is definitely a lemon. But that’s not the point. The point is that you ran into him and didn’t even leave a note. Who does that? Have we no common courtesy anymore? I’m not as mad about the damage as I am saddened my the fact that someone wouldn’t even think to leave a note at least saying sorry. I do recall seeing a super awkward hipster looking guy at the meter behind me when I got back to my car earlier today. If this was you, I’m really disappointed in you because you actually looked sort of wholesome. If not, sorry I thought you were kind of awkward. —Would Always Leave A Note
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