I had a 7.30pm appointment with someone very important and busy.

Darn it someone was already there and he was taking ages.
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"Move along, Mister, I need to talk to God" Will I ever have babies, or my own chateau in the Hamptons, will the stock marker ever recover, do you think the bailout is a good idea? I practised my questions to the sand whilst hopping up and down to signal to the guy ahead, Hurry up, you can finish with God tomorrow, he will still be in the booth, I can garauntee.