My friend Dawn has two cats. and I went with her one afternoon to buy a bag of litter. This was in Minnesota, at a superstore that sold front doors and Halloween decorations and pet supplies, everything, under one roof.

I'm guessing the bag of litter we got weighed a good 40 pounds. It was really heavy, and I thought that if the only way you could get it home was to carry it in your arms, you'd probably put your cats to sleep after they'd gone through the first bag.

The next morning I left Dawn's house and flew to North Dakota. While in the Minneapolis airport I went for breakfast at one of those places where you order from a screen. Then you enter all your credit card information, and the machine asks if you want to tip 15%, 20%, or 22%.

For what? I thought. I mean, I sat myself. I or

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