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Instead of filling this thing with emodrama, i'll write about the fun people who come and get icecream from my place of employment.
Like the guy that came the other day. He was about 40 years old, a bit overweight, long greasy hair, and spoke with a lisp. he ordered a medium chocolate cone, and a small vanilla. I charged him $3, and tried to move along quickly, because he was rather creepy looking. He then decided to tell me "in a dish, for that vanilla, he just woke up," pulling over a thin, teenage-looking blond guy, who looked like he was drugged. He gave him a nice big hug, and they got their icecream. The older guy seemed quite pleased with himself. The younger one seemed quite disoriented, and was drooling a bit.
Like the guy that came the other day. He was about 40 years old, a bit overweight, long greasy hair, and spoke with a lisp. he ordered a medium chocolate cone, and a small vanilla. I charged him $3, and tried to move along quickly, because he was rather creepy looking. He then decided to tell me "in a dish, for that vanilla, he just woke up," pulling over a thin, teenage-looking blond guy, who looked like he was drugged. He gave him a nice big hug, and they got their icecream. The older guy seemed quite pleased with himself. The younger one seemed quite disoriented, and was drooling a bit.