I walked by a car with a license plate that said, "IM GERI". That's the type of license plate that puts one on guard for mental retardation. If I were going to meet Geri, I wouldn't automatically assume cranial imparement. But I would keep some candy in my pocket, just in case.
"I'm Geri!"
"Yes you are. Have a Twizzler."
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