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June 07, 2004

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Wow. I used to deal with customers day to day, which stunk. I was a cashier at a supermarket and ran into one guy who seemed convinced that my raison d'etre was to make things miserable for him. I forget the specifics, but he certainly tried to make things rough on me as a result. The thing I fear is running into those ***holes in my spare time, like at a mall. It'd be just my luck, too. I always have people come up to me and greet me as though I'm supposed to know who the heck they are. Usually, it's in a friendly way, but still, I'm waiting for a perturbed customer to track me down at, say, the mall.

Good job, though, B. You seem like a tough cookie.

Bad ass.

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