IT WAS 2:34 AM. You drove to the nearest open-all-night Office Depot. Since you were there, you decided to get some office supplies, as well. You wrote your shopping list down on the back of your diary, which you brought everywhere with you because you are a loser.
You entered the store. It was cold, like rejection. It seemed like the only things in the store were you, the elevator music, and Carl the Office Depot employee. Oh, and the abundance of office supplies. Can't forget those babies.
You walked to the printer ink aisle, but got sidetracked when you saw a bunch of One Direction office supplies. You quickly dropped whatever was in your hand and rushed there. You put everything in your cart. Pens, pencils, notebooks, the whole lot. Then you remembered two things. WHERE IS MY DIARY AND I NEED TO GET MY PRINTER INK. You frantically ran around the store yelling, "WHERE IS THE COMPUTER INK?"
"You mean printer ink?" Carl asked.
"ITS DA SAME THING!" you protested, stupidly realizing you were standing right under the sign pointing to the printer ink aisle. Man, are you stupid or what?
YOU ARE READING
Office Depot
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