So, Greg had arrived at the church later than usual, and stayed later, and now he was in a hurry to eat lunch at Jane’s Diner before his first lesson at 1:00. But as he rushed down the sidewalk to Jane’s, he still made the effort to look for new bumper stickers. It was an addiction. He could not pass by a car without checking its bumper. It was always fun to find one he’d never seen before—like the one on the car in front of Coreyville Copy Shop. If ignorance is bliss, then you must be ecstatic. Not very nice, he thought, but it was a new one for his collection. He filed it with hundreds of others in his mental database. Not the best use of a brain, but they say most people only use 10% anyway. “So, I hear you’ve had quite a morning,” said Jane as Greg walked through the door. She was standing behind the counter at the soda fountain, filling glasses with various soft drinks. “You could say that.” Greg wasn’t the least bit surprised that Jane had already heard about it.
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