While husband searched the big, supersize HEB in Leander for specialized batteries, I stuck my twenty into the Lotto machine for two weeks of play. The machine spat back my money contemptuously--three times. In order to get the machine to accept my bet, I had to go to the counter and exchange my bill for a crisp new one.
I told you I shop at a ritzy supermarket.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
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