I’ve talked a lot about how I used to work in the service industry. I’ve spent more of my life than I would have liked tending to someone’s every little wish, hearing every complaint about myself and the establishment, and cleaning up things I thought could never exist on this Earth.
“I work at a pizza place and this older man would always order a pizza with eight pieces of pepperoni and eight pieces of green pepper. When he got the box, he would open it up and count it in front of us. One time we screwed it up, because someone just threw green peppers and pepperoni on it, and he stopped coming into the restaurant for about six months.”
“A man came into the pizza place I work at and ordered a soda and an appetizer. He said something like, ‘Keep the drinks coming, I’ve got plenty of money,’ and flashes a stack of money at me. This is not a fancy pizza place. People usually order out. Every time I would come back to his table, he would point out his money,or his Louis Vuitton belt. It was definitely not big bills — it was probably 20s, 5s, and 1s. He told me owned a construction company but that he also owned three strip clubs in Florida. When I brought him the check, he told me I should come back to Florida with him. I told him I really couldn’t leave, so he paid the check and left.”
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