People with Bluetooths (Blueteeth?) freak me out. They look at me, start talking about nonsense, and I think they're trying to tell me something.
*Standing at the grocery check out line*
Dude: "The shovel's on the rack."
*Looks around*
Me : "Um... I'm sorry?"
Dude: "On the right!"
*Looks around again*
*Backs away*
Ninety eight and a year, let's call it even Johnny, ninety nine.
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