This morning I had to go to the worst coffee shop in town to mooch the bestest fastest internet to send a file only to find that they no longer have this super speed internet connection.
The stale muffin and acrid americano were hardly worth a 50.0kbps upload speed.
Before I leave, Strange Irish Hobo Guy from the other night comes up and asks me to help forge a welfare check. He says the cheque was accidentally made out to his landlady and he just needs to change the name.
I tell him that despite looking like I might be good at forgery I actually am not. Perhaps there is a typewriter store that may make this feat possible, but I am not sure.
He is pleasant enough, even friendly, as he hits the streets in search of a typewriter.
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