That’s Not How This Is Going To Go
I worked at a Persian restaurant. I overcooked a steak slightly, the owner came back threw a plate at us, then a hot meat skewer, before storming off to his office. I dropped my apron, grabbed my bag, and told him I was leaving. He responded, “Okay at the end of the night you can go”. I said, “Clearly you don’t understand. I’m leaving right now, here’s my parking pass, I’ll expect my cheque in the mail”.
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