Oh man, the exciting neighborly sharing of peanut butter cookies on Beech Street was interrupted to go back to this? So what are you gonna do Steve? You apparently have a few options that might put you back on track to rebuild some self esteem, earn some money, I don’t know, say, move on with life. Or…
Just hang around and be roped into doing Gil’s work for him. Well, think about it Steve. We’ve got to get back to those peanut butter cookies.
Oh, her name is Maeve and she calls cookies biscuits! She must be pretending to be Irish to sell more thick, frothy beer at Milford’s latest new establishment, Paddy O’Furniture’s Ol’ Milford Tavern! (or some other recycled development that’s sure to be stunningly banal)
I’m holding out hope that commenter Benjamin’s prophecy comes true and we deal with a peanut allergy plot. That is, only if we get to witness an episode or two of anaphylactic shock. That would be different.