A girl that worked at a Vegan store saw my shirt and said "I love your shirt, where did you get that?" (It's a photo of Einstein smoking a pipe with the universe coming out of the smoke). "Target," I told her sheepishly. "I've only been to Target like twice," she mentioned, her feeble attempt to regain her street cred.
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In the room, I dial 0, "Front desk."
"Hi, what's the tap water situation around these parts? Can I drink it?"
"You're golden," front desk replied, "It's good."
It was. Is.
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