"Whatever, sir. Have a nice day."
What a shitty, horrible, unclassifiable night. Drew was in craptastically selfish bitch mode. It was busy. I had some down right, 'i'm going to be rude to you just for shits-n-giggles' customers, and on top of all that my father called me in the middle of the evening and made me feel bad for a mistake that I already
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