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i went to a chicken place the other day to get a bite to eat. it was 3:30 in the afternoon, dead as a dodo so walk in and stand at the counter... and stand. after a few minutes watching the server stock the fridge (which was right in front of me, and the drinks were less than a foot from my hand.. she knew i was there) i said i would like to be served. after a Hummppphh from her i got what i wanted, but seriously felt like i wasn't welcome.