Me: I'd like one ticket please.
Cashier: That'll be $20
Cashier: *Observing look with no words*
Cashier: You want a ticket for Mat Kearney, right? [with a raised eyebrow]
Me: Yes, please.
Cashier: Just making sure...
Me: Do I not look like the average attendee?
Cashier: Ha, not exactly. [While handing me the ticket]
Me: *Laugh* ... Thank you!
i hate rhyming.
my stomach turns and my knuckles are white as my body burns to wage this war tonight fight the good fight the fight for what’s right not through my sight but the eye of the light that shines bright and makes day out of the night mercy satisfies my soul from partial to whole we rock and we roll to reach the goal because this sucks and i always get stuck.