It was never your life plan to work at the Currency Exchange on Grand Avenue, hell no, especially not the night shift, and you did not finish two semesters of accounting school just to print money orders for spoiled college kids like that redheaded girl in line right now with the silver flip-flops who came in here acting like she owns the place, smoking menthols, wanting a cashier’s check for some plasma thing she bought on eBay. She can just go to the back of the line with that attitude. Her shoes stick to the floor just like everybody else’s.
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