A completely unreasonable unseasonable day. Weather and wind and grayness that flip-flopped our flip-flops for boots and wool socks. Is this May or is this the end? If only today would have offered a receipt. The kind with the extra long prints out with the call-in survey instructions. At least then we'd all be entered in a drawing to win $5,000 or maybe a 10% temperature increase on our next visit.
Happy B-Day Karl Marx.
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