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Thursday, September 9th, 2010
5:09a
"GRATITUDE? GRATITUDE?! I DON'T NEED NO STINKING GRATITUDE FROM A HUMAN!"

The pizza delivery boy continued to stare long after the door had been slammed in his face. He didn't think he was wrong. Saying thank you for the five hundred dollar tip that would actually get him caught up on his rent seemed like the right thing to do. Instead it had resulted in a ten minute rant from the customer (monkeys, AA meetings, Jesus and taxes were mentioned) that as far as he could tell made absolutely no sense at all.

Oh well. Blinking a few times he shuffled back to his car.

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