At the fast-food drive-thru window, I am greeted with, “$5.27. How are you?” That is bass-ackwards, and I am not a number.
At the fast-food drive-thru window, I am greeted with, “$5.27. How are you?” That is bass-ackwards, and I am not a number.
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