Yesterday, I went to buy a fridge from this big "everything" sort of store - kind of like Briscoes or the Warehouse, only you can buy groceries too. Anyway, I got myself sorted and then tried to leave. The freaking exit signs, as far as I could tell, just pointed back on each other. Finally I made it out, only to walk straight into the middle of a wedding reception!!
So bizarre. Who the hell gets married next door to the Warehouse?
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