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Tonight he was very nearly late with my groceries. He was supposed to be here between 8:00 and 10:00 and he literally got here at 9:58. When he apologized for being late, I pointed out that he really wasn't late, and besides, said I, "someone's gotta be last."
"No," said Hunka Hunka, "you're not last. There's one more. She never tips, so I made her last."
Am I offended by his crass reference to the $2 I dependably hand him? Or am I charmed by his audacity? (That's his audacity, not his dreamy big brown eyes and long, shiny hair.)
no you should not be offended. I delivered papers for long enough to know that if i had one slightly damaged paper in a pack, the wretch that let there dog torment me and would only give me a buck at christmas was gonna get the ratty paper.
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