Today I ran up to 7-Eleven during my lunch break to get some gasoline and a snack.
The very nice Indian man at the counter handed me my receipt and said "Thank you and God bless the baby." Which I thought was really kind.
But then I realized that he may think the baby really needs the blessing since his mother is, by all appearances, subsisting on nothing but Slurpees, bbq Fritos, and Ding Dongs.
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