"That’s Not My Order!"
“That’s not my order!” Sam informed me with a glare as I handed him his peanut butter sandwich which I had cut in half the same way I always do. What in the world?! Your “order...
The Last Hurrah!
Sam’s summer “vacation” has been just shy of four months long. That is one-third of a year, folks. I’ll cut to the chase — what’s up with that? Does he really need ...