I met Wally - my friend and former colleague at the DU Bookstore - at Jordan's Irish Pub yesterday afternoon to return a large serrated butter knife, which he and his wife Linda left at my condo after a barbecue / pot luck I hosted a few weeks ago. I was tempted to just walk in there with it, but then everyone would have shouted "He's finally snapped" and I would probably have gone down in a blaze of gunfire (Colorado is a concealed carry state, after all). Best just to put it in a Safeway bag and keep it low key.
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