Overheard at the P.O. on South Grand
Mother to a free-range toddler who was grabbing greeting cards from a revolving display rack and depositing some of them on the floor. Though I heard the child’s name many times, I couldn’t really understand it. So I’m guessing about that. The rest is verbatim.
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Shaorna.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
“Don’t do that, Sharona.”
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