Argh.
So I drive to St. Charles for this interview at this Italian restaurant (LaGranja or something). All the way to St. Charles on really shitty roads, might I add.
I think you know where this is going, but I'll detail it anyway.
I get there, and it turns out the manager, who told me no less than an hour ago to come on in at 4:30, won't be in
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