You woke up yesterday to a nose full of snot and a head full of pressure. You're never sick, so by comparison, you're completely sure you're going to die before the day is out. So, you jump in your car and go put your last $3 in your gas tank so you can get to work and just as you're about to hit the bridge, 1,000,000 blue lights began to sparkle in your rear view mirror. You thought it was an alien abduction, but you digress. It was just a Copper who had come from Planet-Ass-Hole to destroy your life. Said Copper accomplished his goal of life destroying by giving you 3 tickets in one go.
And then, after accusing you of drunk driving, administering sobriety tests (plural), searching your car, and taking your licence plates (plural) he offers you a ride back to your apartment. You politely decline with the softly
spoken words: "No thank you. You've helped enough for one day."After that whole debacle you decide to call The-Little-Shop-of-Whorrors and inform The-Manager that you'll be in shortly, sans dignity, add 3 new assholes. You were greeted by some sort of accusatory "Blah Blah Blah Vacuum" statement to which you responded: "Wow... Thank you for your sympathy. Have a great day."
Whether or not you still have a job is not exactly apparent, how ever when you call tomorrow to ask what time you work you're sure it will be made clear.
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