So, once again I've had a man break down in tears over us not having the cheapest beer we have. Its like the eight time. Like Real Tears streaming down the face. He was bawling what is suppose to have now. His shriek of fear, and begging us if we had more in the back, (Which we don't since people like, seriously buy them a dozen at a time. We never keep enough in stock). When I said no, he starting to cry.
A little girl with her mom looked at him, and just said "Baby!"
Her mom frowned and told her it was rude to say that, but I could tell she was trying not to laugh herself.
A little girl with her mom looked at him, and just said "Baby!"
Her mom frowned and told her it was rude to say that, but I could tell she was trying not to laugh herself.
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