Two different opinions on what work is worth

“I asked for ‘Cherry Coke’, not grenade, or grenadine, or whatever you called it. Is there a manager I could talk to?”

Her eyes were vapid, without intelligence and (one would assume) indicative of a woman who wouldn’t have the refined pallet necessary to detect the deplorable substances in her soup.

The low tip and verbal assault that followed proved otherwise.

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