Then there was cranky pot boy. He was unhappy with me that we left the train at the park (after two rides, one where he got to ring the bell and ride up front) and nothing was right with the world after that.
Here he was telling me no pictures. I listen really well, don't I?
When he figured out I wasn't listening, it became a game. You can almost see the grin here...
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