I see you, sir. Glaring at me, under your hat and in a fog of Natural Light and Bacardi Grand Melon from your earlier visit today. And I think you know I'm judging you and your bulbous red nose. But alas we need one another. Without you and people like you my job would not exist. And without me your crippling addiction could not be fed. So until next time, when your rusted van rolls into our parking lot, adieu.
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