I don’t know everything

In fact, I don’t know a lot of things.

A goofball who looks like Leo from the That 70s Show comes to the front of the station.

“Hey, I need some help.”

“O-kaaaaaaaaay?”

Please don’t be a medical call. Please don’t be a medical call.

“Do you know where ABC House is in City D? I’m trying to catch a bus to get down there.”

City D is 20 miles away. I don’t know the first thing about it.

“Umm… no, I’m sorry. I don’t.”

“It’s a drug abuse treatment place.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know anything about it, and I’m not familiar with City D.”

“Forget it.”

Alright fucker, don’t be mad at me that I don’t know how to get there. It doesn’t look like you know either. Besides, I kept my nose clean. You should try it someday.

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