"Where are you from," asks the guy.
For Pete's sake, just lemme pay for the damned sammich and get out of here. I'm having a crappy day.
"A little town nobody's ever heard of called Gatesville," I tell the guy, impatiently. I know the sandwich is going to be $5.04, and I have exact change.
"No," says the guy, and I struggle not to roll my eyes.
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