Time-Travel Traffic is the Worst Kind of Traffic
Seriously, I get into my DeLorean after a nice nap, ready to go to work two weeks up, early in the morning.
I pop down to the coffee shop, and there's a sale, dammit! Everybody's there, crowding the place, DeLoreans all over and nowhere left to bloody park or nothing.
I don't mind paying full price for my sweet bucket of caffeine so check my to-do list for an empty slot, I travel down one day, park at my usual spot one second after I just left sometime ago, and I rush inside the coffee shop because this has already taken too long. Yeah, I know I'm a time-traveller but I ain't getting any younger, lad.
So, I go in the coffee shop, and it's that ginger babe, right? With the killer knockers up to here. I walk up to her all macho like.
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