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Today I opened a bottle of ketchup at work and it exploded all over me.
I dislike people that don't tip, I just want to run after them into the parking lot and throw exploding ketchup bottles at their heels yelling WOULD YOU LIKE EXTRA CORNBREAD, MORE WATER, DESSERT, TO GO BOXES, A SMALL CUP OF WHITE DISTILLED VINEGAR, ANYTHING ELSE?!?
but instead I remember their faces and next time they come lumbering in, I'll rush to the door in the middle of whatever I'm doing to seat them in someone else's section.
I still smell like bad ketchup.
I dislike people that don't tip, I just want to run after them into the parking lot and throw exploding ketchup bottles at their heels yelling WOULD YOU LIKE EXTRA CORNBREAD, MORE WATER, DESSERT, TO GO BOXES, A SMALL CUP OF WHITE DISTILLED VINEGAR, ANYTHING ELSE?!?
but instead I remember their faces and next time they come lumbering in, I'll rush to the door in the middle of whatever I'm doing to seat them in someone else's section.
I still smell like bad ketchup.