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I saw a woman today having an animated conversation on her cell phone. Now, I'm not the eavesdropping type but it's not like I had much of a choice in the matter: anyone in an 86-block radius would've overheard that conversation--including the deaf. She was shouting the same seven words over and over again: "I don't want you talking to me. I don't want you talking to me. I don't want you talking to me."

Now I'm not what you'd call a genius, but that seems like an easy problem to solve--just hang up the phone.

More observations from today: the ATM ate my stamp. I hate the post office--mailing anything is such a pain in the butt. How people survived before email is beyond me. It's slow and expensive (unlike my last girlfriend who was fast and cheap). Stamps are friggin' stupid--can't I just write my credit card number on the envelope and they can charge me later? I can't tell you how many times I've bought stamps only to lose them. Whaddya expect--I mail something like once every four months. About a year ago I was cleaning out my glove box and found a book of unused 32 cents stamps. It took three returned letters for me to realize they jacked the rates up.

Anywhos, I bought a stamp from the bookstore today--it was an errand I ran during a little break at work (I needed to buy a stamp and deposit a check at the ATM). Upon receiving the stamp, I stuck it in the envelope destined for the ATM so I "wouldn't lose it." I then headed for the ATM.

The good news is that I didn't lose the stamp and know exactly where it is. The bad news is that it's inside the ATM next to my check. I realized my mistake as soon as I feed the machine my envelope--it was soon as the thing left my finger tips.

I'm thinking of calling the bank tomorrow. If they can't return my stamp, maybe I can get a 39 cents credit to my account. I'm sure this sorta thing happens all the time.

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