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So I really really like Red Bull. I had two of them today and was flying around the store, working furiously at cleaning all the shelves and mopping and other shit.
I am so sick of Mr. Socha. That arrogant elitist. I'm so sick of his comments and I'm so tempted to refuse him service or kick him out of the store. But I can't, or if I did there would be reprecussions because he is a friend of the store's owner. Who happens to be another asshole. The quiet Italian type.
"What's your name?"
"Kyle Schriever."
"Where do you live?"
Points up the road "I live up south rd."
He delves his mind to see if he recognizes the name.
"We've been living here for 8 years."
"Oh! Well, I don't talk to any family in Bozrah that hasn't been there for 30 years or more."
You arrogant fuck.
I am so sick of Mr. Socha. That arrogant elitist. I'm so sick of his comments and I'm so tempted to refuse him service or kick him out of the store. But I can't, or if I did there would be reprecussions because he is a friend of the store's owner. Who happens to be another asshole. The quiet Italian type.
"What's your name?"
"Kyle Schriever."
"Where do you live?"
Points up the road "I live up south rd."
He delves his mind to see if he recognizes the name.
"We've been living here for 8 years."
"Oh! Well, I don't talk to any family in Bozrah that hasn't been there for 30 years or more."
You arrogant fuck.