It's kind of ironic that I worked at some pretty swanky restaurants throughout college because I could never actually afford to eat at one myself. That's why my friends and I resort to Jack in the Box. In this case, it would have been nice to have spilled a drink in a classy restaurant because there are people called 'bussers'. Y'know, those guys who usually speak minimal English and clean up after your nasty ass. This is my elevator, and it would have been nice to have Pedro come by to clean it up. I have clumsy friends and we're a mess when we're together.
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