I'm sitting in a Starbucks (big shocker there!) and there is a man across from me that I know from somewhere.
The first glance I had of him in here, I thought greasy salesman. He was talking and glanced up at me and I figured then he recognized me, too.
Wish T would hurry and show up so the awkward "I know you from somewhere" glances can stop!!
He is talking to people he apparently knows; but he won't stop talking. He sounds so redneck country. In his suit and southern accent, he resonates scammer.
He just left and got in his big green Tahoe. The back had his phone number on it. Just his phone number. Weird.
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