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(Relevant backstory: The U.S. Open is happening right by my work -- so close that they're running shuttle service out of our Metro station.)
Just when I was thinking that it couldn't get any worse than being stuck on public transportation with all old white guys in khakis and white baseball caps talking about golf, I wound up next to a yuppie shouting the lyrics to Bon Jovi's It's My Life. The yuppie was wearing a two thousand dollar watch, too, which I recognised from back when I had my terrible previous job (selling diamond watches to rich jerks).
Just when I was thinking that it couldn't get any worse than being stuck on public transportation with all old white guys in khakis and white baseball caps talking about golf, I wound up next to a yuppie shouting the lyrics to Bon Jovi's It's My Life. The yuppie was wearing a two thousand dollar watch, too, which I recognised from back when I had my terrible previous job (selling diamond watches to rich jerks).
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