Student: “Mister, do you want to buy a plate lunch?”
Me: “For?”
Student: “For my rugby team’s trip.”
Me: “When is the pick up for the plate lunch?”
Student: “Oh, um, tomorrow.”
Me: “Sorry, let me know ahead of time and I might help out.”
Student: “Man, I haven’t even sold one ticket yet.”
Me: “I’m sorry.”
Student: “It’s OK. It’s not your fault. I just hate selling stuff...It makes me feel like a prostitute.” (11/9/17)
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