The bulldozers are still in front of the restaurant. I have not the arithmetic skills to calculate the probability that I will actually WORK tomorrow; I'm guessing that it's something close to a snowball's chance in hell, or that my leg hair will miraculously disappear for ever.
Also, the landscapers have put a huge load of manure on the newly planted flowers and shrubs so the whole place smells like shit.
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