As I stood in line to order my senior coffee, I noticed that the woman in front of me had a tail. Yep, a real tail like foxes have. It emerged through her jeans right at her tail bone.
She turned toward me and I said, "There must be a story there."
"THERE'S NO F___N' STORY THERE," she shouted with a snarl, enhancing the wrinkles of a rough life.
A pall fell over the restaurant... With a timid voice, Michelle the clerk said, "Next."
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