So I'm like, sitting behind this car at the gas station, and like this middle-aged lady fills up her Camry, y'know And then she like drives off and i like, pull up to the pump y'know and like the store-girl like asks me, like,"did you pump gas already?" And i'm like,"No, not yet.", y'know...and so like i follow her into the store and proceed like to like tell them that i was like just Waiting, y'know. [change of tone] They were very busy and i just needed 10 dollars American of Petrol. OH--and cigarets. But i entered an alternate=reality. The woman ahead of me had surely Inadvertently committed 'theft of service' And i was the perfect Witness. I have a bad habit of noticing people who cause me ever=slight problems. So--to the clerk who was operating that Register--i described the Car, the Woman And the License Plate. The girls behind the desk were noticeably Amazed as i gave them a complete description. The red-head commented,"We've never got so much information before." I quietly added,"yeh, kinda remarkable."
Which has nothing to do with Elemental Synergy. I merely happened to Notice a lot of stuff; i hope the woman realised her mistake and came back to pay for the Gas. Otherwise I might hear from the Polizia!!
And then i got my fuel & cigarets and smoothly, greenly went to werk. [idiosyncratic Spelling] Werk moderate...life observable. Chipmunk skittish; author done. the slack=master Alternativo