A customer, in her fifties at least, no mask, wearing a sweatshirt with this motto:
I’M JUST WTF-ING MY WAY THROUGH LIFEYou said it, lady.
Tuesday, March 2, 2021
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
“Who are we as a country?”
Michael Leddy
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
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well, it was Wal-Mart, the bar is pretty low.
Truth to tell, nearly everyone is masked these days while shopping. Those who aren’t — I see them and I think, WTF?
Wu-Tang Fan?
Ha! But I think she disambiguated herself. : )
A good grandmother new to the digital world texted WTF. When asked, she said it means, "Wasn't that fun?"
I'd like to put that phrase on my sweatshirt, under the big acronym.
That’s a much better perspective on life. : )
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