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As backstory, I work the night shift at the only 24 hour gas station in the immediate area, so I deal with a lot of drunks every night.
About 20 minutes ago, a drunk woman came in to buy matches. I gave them to her, she put them in her pocket, and stared at me with her hand out. "Matches?" she asked.
I replied that she put them in her pocket. She seemed okay with that, and left. About a minute later, she came back in. "I need another pack of matches." I smile, and give them to her, for free. She now has matches and cigarettes in one hand, and she holds out the other, and says again, "matches?"
I tell her that she's holding them, and take them out of her right hand and put it in her left. And she again seemed happy. When she left, I started laughing to myself, because it was funny.
Unfortunately, she saw me laughing through the window, and flipped. "DON'T YOU ****ing LAUGH AT ME YOU **********ING PIECE OF ****," etc. Which, of course, only made me laugh harder. She then threw both packs of matches at the window and stormed away.
About 20 minutes ago, a drunk woman came in to buy matches. I gave them to her, she put them in her pocket, and stared at me with her hand out. "Matches?" she asked.
I replied that she put them in her pocket. She seemed okay with that, and left. About a minute later, she came back in. "I need another pack of matches." I smile, and give them to her, for free. She now has matches and cigarettes in one hand, and she holds out the other, and says again, "matches?"
I tell her that she's holding them, and take them out of her right hand and put it in her left. And she again seemed happy. When she left, I started laughing to myself, because it was funny.
Unfortunately, she saw me laughing through the window, and flipped. "DON'T YOU ****ing LAUGH AT ME YOU **********ING PIECE OF ****," etc. Which, of course, only made me laugh harder. She then threw both packs of matches at the window and stormed away.
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