i sat here and typed a story that is honestly terrible, but it keeps my hands moving while i wait for Tuesday for about an hour. i watched that guy back there working with you running his mouth and sticking a pen up his nose and telling you all about all his opinions about religion, school, politics, and whatnot, trying to impress you with how smart he is…
…and YOU were hustling all over the espresso bar politely listening politely asking leading questionswhilst cleaning, filling stock, washing dishes, sweeping, mopping, making drinks, helping customers, etc…
i bet you don’t mind because you’re nice, and you wouldn’t really want him to be in your way, anyway.
still, you never struck me as the delegation types, baristas of the world. maybe you should tell that guy to go check the trash and stock somewhere when he has nothing to do.
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