On my way home from the Y the other night at 8:20, I stopped by the Wawa to pick up a half-gallon of milk. I noticed that the guy in front of me was buying a cup of coffee the size of my head, a liter of Dr Pepper and two different kinds of chewing tobacco. I pondered this odd assortment of substances and concluded that he must be working the night shift.
"Yes. 100%," confirmed a police officer friend who has pulled his share of overnight duty.
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