What the fuck is with this town and assuming I’m staring. I walked in, looked for a fucking second, and then you asked me. To which I continued looking, because you asked me a question. I clearly walked into the wrong office dude.
“...Right. Well, I was in a decent mood but you’ve just gone and made it foul, so before I go against restaurant policy and take action against a customer, I suggest you either tell me what you’d like or leave.”















