I have a slow leak. I’m not sure what to do about it. I think I’ll leave it alone for now. It’ll be too late to fix it after work tomorrow. Yeah, I’ll see if I can get it fixed on Monday.
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The AMG review of Ashley Simpson’s new album is a little amuzing.
Why am I reading Ashley Simpson reviews? Sometimes it’s slow at the shop.
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Yesterday, in her trademark spastic manner, Kristjanne entered the store and indicating the loud smoke-detector-like sound that was filling the room said, “What is that?”
I shrugged as it had just begun. I looked at Steve thinking maybe he knew of a smoke-detector or alarm in the store that might be a logical culprit but he just looked confused. As I walked past Kristjanne I noticed the sound got louder. And seemed to be coming from her bag.
I said, “You’re buzzing.”
She said, “I am? Me?”
I said, “Yes. Your bag is buzzing.”
She looked in her bag and dug out a small electronic box which was emitting a squeal loud enough to make conversation difficult.
“It might be this,” she said, indicating the box that was emitting the blaring noise.
“What is that?” I asked loudly.
“It’s a metronome,” Kristjanne answered as she switched it off.
“Why is it squealing?”
“It has an A 440 tuner thing.”
“Why is it so loud?”
“I think because the metronome is so quiet.”
I couldn’t refute her logic with only the information I’d been given so, instead, I asked, “Had it been going long?”
“I think it was going for at least three blocks. And I was like, what is that sound?”
“Didn’t you think it was strange the sound was following you?” I asked thinking I’d think it was strange a loud electronic siren was following me on my daily travels.
“I thought it was strange it was in here. How embarrassing.”
How embarrassing indeed.