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*reads Syc's last paragraph...
wowwie.
Though I don't blame you. The place I worked at, we're convinced that this one house was a crackhouse. There were bars on the windows, a security door, the works. The thing of it is, the neighborhood isn't like the South Bronx or your local equivalent.
The thing I remember most about my pizza employment tribulation was the absolute MORON customers. Our delivery area encompassed the enclave of rednecks in the borough, and I had to take orders from these people. You have no idea how many times I'd hear orders for a "peh-per-oh-NEYE PETE-zer" and an "EYE-tal-ee-un HOE-gEYE" (phonetically respelled for easier communication of stupidity).
The horror...
~Mike
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Like the wise man said: Of course, that's just my opinion. I could be wrong.
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