Okay, so I'm running out the door to pick up my jacket and I wanted to tell this real quick story before I forgot it.
There was this old guy at the mall where I was shopping, and he had a denim jacket, which looked out of place to begin with 'cuz he's kinda old like I am. And he had about a dozen little buttons on the shoulder of the jacket like he'd thought about doing the *really* teeny-bopper thing of collecting a buncha buttons with cute snide comments or, worse, spiritually uplifting messages or fan buttons of some rock band or heartthrobofthesecond.
Anyway, I got all smug and stuff because I have cooler buttons on my purse.
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