my former teaching colleagues never fail to amuse me, especially jopay who, i confess, is a better quotable quote machine than i am. while inching my way to the cashier at a nearby convenience store (the term convenience is being disputed by donita horse--she argues that the guard has to fan himself in order to douse the terrible heat), she was regaling rhoda and novie about a documentary of an abattoir where pigs were being persecuted by butchers by bamboozling them and throwing hot water on them while the hogs shake and shriek to death. what's special about jopay's storytelling is that she shows a demonstration of her accounts: she reenacted the deathly trembling of the ill-fated swines. as we headed to their compound, a dog approached her, poised for biting, but instead of running away for dear safety, she lifted the sando bag she was carrying, afraid that the dog might snatch away the fish she'll prepare for supper. already i'm doubling over in laughter before we reached their place.
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