My dad is driving my sister and me to two separate destinations in the merry old land of Ardsley. And the trek would go a lot faster, but we were stuck behind a street sweeper. Yeah, a real one.
My got-into-college, older, intelligent sister is obviously agitated at this. In a fit of rage, she shouted, "Why come they gots to do this at now!" Honestly, it’s a direct quote.
I was not one to let that slip. So I kindly (well, not really) asked her what kind of English they were teaching her at college. She quickly answered with a response.
"Oh. Excuse me. Why do they have to do this at now."
The Past Stranger Than Fictions
Why Not? I'm nice, really!
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