- May 11, 2005
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Funny story...
I'm riding my bicycle west on San Vincente in Brentwood earlier today. Up ahead, I see an XL large cardboard box in the middle of the right lane. Cars are slowing down and honking and swerving around the box. As I ride past, I start to run over the box but it had a little too much 'shape' and I just decide to kick the box. I kicked it and it did not move.
I stopped and walked back to get the box out of the road (good deed for the day sort of thing) and it was fairly heavy. Well I look inside and it contained a tall leather-backed bar stool. I took the chair out of the box and the shipping label said 11760 San Vincente (about 10 blocks east of where I was).
So, I tear off the shipping label and carry the chair to the Subway (sort of a funny site as I was riding my bike carrying a bar stool wrapped in plastic.
I walk in carrying the chair and the man behind the counter yells "My Chair!
you saved my chair! You are a fine man! Where did you find my chair!"
Long story short... I get a free combo meal anytime I want. The end.
I'm riding my bicycle west on San Vincente in Brentwood earlier today. Up ahead, I see an XL large cardboard box in the middle of the right lane. Cars are slowing down and honking and swerving around the box. As I ride past, I start to run over the box but it had a little too much 'shape' and I just decide to kick the box. I kicked it and it did not move.
I stopped and walked back to get the box out of the road (good deed for the day sort of thing) and it was fairly heavy. Well I look inside and it contained a tall leather-backed bar stool. I took the chair out of the box and the shipping label said 11760 San Vincente (about 10 blocks east of where I was).
So, I tear off the shipping label and carry the chair to the Subway (sort of a funny site as I was riding my bike carrying a bar stool wrapped in plastic.
I walk in carrying the chair and the man behind the counter yells "My Chair!
Long story short... I get a free combo meal anytime I want. The end.