The Errand
When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave.
\”S\’cuse me\”, said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done,
\”what was that all about?\”
\”Nothin\’ , said the Irishman,
\”me wife just sent me out for a jar of olives!\”
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