I was recently complaining to a teller at my bank that the another bank down the street had given my three-year-old daughter a stuffed horse for nothing more than walking past the front door. I jokingly asked her what gifts my own bank would be willing to offer to compete for the affections of my daughter. Then I said, “Oh, you probably don’t like it when I mention the competition when I’m in here, eh?”
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As a kid at my local county fair, I used to ride a roller coaster that rumbled around a circular track as songs like Foreigner’s Urgent blasted through a set of giant speakers.