Friends. Family. Total strangers. I don’t consider himself an arrogant person.
One evening, however, when I was running “who do I have to blow” late, I was pulled over. You may have heard this policeman story before. It was many years ago so don’t get too excited.
Anyways, when the officer walked up to my driver’s side window, I flicked my cigarette down toward his lazily shined shoes. I didn’t consciously do this, had no intention of being jerky, no intention of premeditated arrogance. It just happened.
I hereby declare and proclaim and further report to this court that I indeed am not above eating a stale Sunday doughnut on Monday night. Regardless of British spelling or American culinary law or Illinois traditional etiquette.
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