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I would have assumed that since it’s “12:01” it would have…. I would… I’da thought Thursday too, dude. What aggrevated me the most about your story is the snippy young little ho behind the counter giving you the business. Why is it that everyone in any public sales or retail has a fucking attitude. I had to go get water switched to my new address this week and the woman behind the desk was typing away barking questions at me, all the while saying things like, “Ssssshhhhit!!” while typing. This desk, of course, was also decorated along the edge with ghetto bars, so I wasn’t expecting the ol’ “Fast ‘n Friendly” to begin with, but it wasn’t like I went in there acting like the guy who initially made them ‘redecorate’. I just hate complete assholes or bitches who have jobs that are based on working to serve the public.
But, here’s what you do. Let’s say you’re wearing a button-down shirt. You say there’s a glass in between you two? When she gives you the last bit of snottiness, rip the shirt so the buttons fly and expose your hairy manpack. Without even a second to recoil in shock, terror, or suprise, you’re already pressed completely up against the glass licking and squirming slowly and making lewd moans. I had a song you’re supposed to sing creepily along with this act, but I forgot it moments ago.