I made one of my infrequent trips to the liquor merchant I use in order to acquire spiritous refreshment which I use quite sparingly. While waiting to check out, I heard one of the clerks say to the other:
" The worst part of all was the trip down to the police station. The back seat smelled like this weird combination of sweaty tennis shoes and alcohol. I almost puked when they closed the car door behind me."
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