today a man with black stitches in his ear said this.
he went on to say, ' but the coffee part. i don't think i could handle the coffee part.'
weird. i always felt the opposite.
my name tag says Rob. imagine the would be thief staring at the young clerk with that word pinned to his chest. i won't tell you where or what gas station company, but i work at a convenience store. i serve the scum of the earth. sometimes.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
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