| stephane
...I decided to get a soda and perhaps a snack at Christy's. As I walked closer to the convenience store, I noticed that the self-proclaimed doorman was again at his task. He was currently engaged in an argument with a man trying to enter the store, something about getting a job. I walked in while the two were debating. I poured myself a very large Mountain Dew from the soda fountain, remembering as I did so that the lids for the Christy's cups don't fit very well. I then spent a few minutes and several napkins trying to fit the lid onto the cup without spilling its precious contents. I paid for the stuff, and as I exited, the "doorman" opened the door for me... |
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| charlie
...That last guy there tried to open the door for me. Hey, you're doing my job, sir. Of course it's my job. But you haven't paid me for it yet. This is a real job. It's my right to do this. I shouldn't have to work your white-oppressor real job, sir! The Revolution is coming, and you will be crushed! He gives me this look and walks away. They're all like that, my customers... |