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One for you, nineteen for me.
Jul. 4th, 2004 11:57 pmI haven't been updating because two of my fingers fell off and I had to get a root canal. I worked tonight for the second Independence Day in a row. But this year wasn't as bad as last year's nightmare at Jones Beach. The horror.
Tonight I bought a pack of cigarettes from 7-11. It came to $5.17, so I gave the man six dollars and handed him two pennies from the tray and asked him for 85 cents. That works, right? Instead he gave me two dimes. I don't know why, but I just accepted it and walked away. I guess I didn't feel like arguing, though it would have only taken a few moments to sort it all out.
In a related story, I think the guy at Dunkin Donuts gives me too much change because he knows I just throw it in the tip jar. He's probably got a system of short-changing the people he knows don't tip to keep his drawer even and giving those who are known to tip more change. Sly guy. He's taking the system down from the inside.
Also, our tip jar was stolen by these punks whom I tried to talk sense to in Haagen Dazs. I told them I'd give them free ice cream if they could give me one good reason for saying "fuck you, hindu" to me. One kid replied, "because they smell," and another said "this is why," then he took the tip jar and bolted. I chased them down all the way to behind the movie theater, a good 150 yards, before I got winded and and couldn't swallow. I could hardly explain my predicament to the police over the phone; it took me 30 minutes to catch my breath and stop sweating. They must have gotten away with $25. Derik reimbursed me and Nick, yet I can't help but feel like a schmuck for trying to teach kids right from wrong.
The lesson is: never try.
Tonight I bought a pack of cigarettes from 7-11. It came to $5.17, so I gave the man six dollars and handed him two pennies from the tray and asked him for 85 cents. That works, right? Instead he gave me two dimes. I don't know why, but I just accepted it and walked away. I guess I didn't feel like arguing, though it would have only taken a few moments to sort it all out.
In a related story, I think the guy at Dunkin Donuts gives me too much change because he knows I just throw it in the tip jar. He's probably got a system of short-changing the people he knows don't tip to keep his drawer even and giving those who are known to tip more change. Sly guy. He's taking the system down from the inside.
Also, our tip jar was stolen by these punks whom I tried to talk sense to in Haagen Dazs. I told them I'd give them free ice cream if they could give me one good reason for saying "fuck you, hindu" to me. One kid replied, "because they smell," and another said "this is why," then he took the tip jar and bolted. I chased them down all the way to behind the movie theater, a good 150 yards, before I got winded and and couldn't swallow. I could hardly explain my predicament to the police over the phone; it took me 30 minutes to catch my breath and stop sweating. They must have gotten away with $25. Derik reimbursed me and Nick, yet I can't help but feel like a schmuck for trying to teach kids right from wrong.
The lesson is: never try.
