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Background info: I work the cafe at a bowling alley that will remain unspecified. The cafe generally closes 1-3 hours before the bowling alley itself, depending on how busy we are.

So the night was drawing to a close, and I decided to start cleaning up in preparation for leaving. I turned off the popcorn machine, threw away the leftover popcorn, and picked all the little pieces of popcorn out of it. Suddenly, a woman came up with her two sons (they looked about six). She ordered two orders of French fries, then turned to her son and asked: 

"Do you want French fries, or do you want popcorn?"

She knew I was cleaning the machine. She saw me step out from behind it. It was off, the pieces were spread on the counter. I was pissed.

Me: "Oh."
Her: "Sorry."
Me: "It's okay.."

But it wasn't. It wasn't okay.

I rang her up for the fucking popcorn and the French fries. Then, she decided to get two sodas. Only, she was two cents short. Normally in that case I wouldn't give a fuck. But this time I just stood there and waited while she searched for two cents, and eventually had to run back to her lane to grab her debit card from her wallet.
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First time posting here, sorry for any formatting fails.

Background info: I work the cafe at a bowling alley that will remain unspecified. The cafe generally closes 1-3 hours before the bowling alley itself, depending on how busy we are.

So the night was drawing to a close, and I decided to start cleaning up in preparation for leaving. I turned off the popcorn machine, threw away the leftover popcorn, and picked all the little pieces of popcorn out of it. Suddenly, a woman came up with her two sons (they looked about six). She ordered two orders of French fries, then turned to her son and asked: 

"Do you want French fries, or do you want popcorn?"

She knew I was cleaning the machine. She saw me step out from behind it. It was off, the pieces were spread on the counter. I was pissed.

Me: "Oh."
Her: "Sorry."
Me: "It's okay.."

But it wasn't. It wasn't okay.

I rang her up for the fucking popcorn and the French fries. Then, she decided to get two sodas. Only, she was two cents short. Normally in that case I wouldn't give a fuck. But this time I just stood there and waited while she searched for two cents, and eventually had to run back to her lane to grab her debit card from her wallet.
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