Gimme My Money!

[Walking around the corner this morning to filch a few quarters from the Spic n' Span Cion-Op* Laundry on Post nr. Jones...]

[A big black dumpster has been upended, luckily after Golden Gate Disposal had already been by to empty it. Two crumpled sheets of what we used to call binder paper lie on the sidewalk. On one, I can make out the scrawled, Sharpied words: "I hope you know how much I hate you." On the other, in the same angry hand: "And about the abortion: you owe me some money!"]

[Life in the TenderNob is so uplifting.]

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[*Yes, it's "Cion." Every time I read the sign, I imagine having one red LED eye swinging horizontally while droning "By Your Command."]