There was a married couple living in my apartment complex who I spotted as JWs. Who else gets dressed up on a Saturday morning and carries a bookbag to their car?
Whenever I'd see them, my heart would sink, remembering that awful Saturday morning feeling, my mind casting about for some excuse not to go.
And I'm sure those pioneers thank Big J every day for the dollar menu. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to afford to eat there.
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