So I'm watching TV when my wife asks, Don't you have banjo class tonight? Right, I reply. What time? 7. Are you sure? 7 to 8, I say. H says, I think you leave earlier than that. Really? I say. She looks the class up on the Internet and says, Your class starts at 605. It's 540 and I have a long drive!
Well, I made it a little late. But I can't believe this. How can I forget when a class I love so much starts? A little scary.
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