To us

I have to agree with Joan, now. That bag of Party Mix The Ultimate Snack that we got at the dollar store was hot. It kind of snuck up on me, like this kid sitting outside the dollars store. He had a sign that said he needed something. He was more cheerful than a used car salesman. “Well how are you,” he said to me. I shot him a dirty luck and went on to do my dollar store shopping with Joan. When I got back the kid was still sitting there with his sign, but he didn’t say nothing to us.