Today I walked past a guy in the street wearing a bright red 7-11 shirt and the nametag said 'Mohammed'. I wondered if it was actually his shirt or not, but then I figured it doesn't matter. There's still a 50% chance that his name actually is Mohammed, whether the shirt was his or not.
It's the surprising little things that remind you of home...and make you just a little jealous of the people who get to actually drink a slurpee on a hot day.
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