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Gotta love Hutch in the afternoon, when it's crowded with people and it takes ten minutes in line to get food, followed by another ten to pay because they've only got one register open and you nearly miss the bus. But it's all okay... because you also hear things like this:
"Oh ew! That's dirty!"
"What?"
"That's his thing for her for Valentine's Day."
"What, you're serious? Ew."
"He's going to bathe her in money!"
"It'll be clean money! Fresh pressed bills!" (Obviously the boyfriend here)
"Oh my god."
... What. the. heck? I had to try SO hard not to burst out laughing at this, because they were right next to me while I was in line. That's just disturbing. UofC people, you scare me. You can keep your scary Valentine's Day whatsits, I think I'll just hide over here in the corner with Rousseau and my physics homework for a bit.
"Oh ew! That's dirty!"
"What?"
"That's his thing for her for Valentine's Day."
"What, you're serious? Ew."
"He's going to bathe her in money!"
"It'll be clean money! Fresh pressed bills!" (Obviously the boyfriend here)
"Oh my god."
... What. the. heck? I had to try SO hard not to burst out laughing at this, because they were right next to me while I was in line. That's just disturbing. UofC people, you scare me. You can keep your scary Valentine's Day whatsits, I think I'll just hide over here in the corner with Rousseau and my physics homework for a bit.
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