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Wednesday, 25 November 2009 |
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Our manager at the restaurant
where I worked was a friendly, jovial man. But there was one subject you didn't
dare discuss in front of him--his height. Or, should I say, his lack of it.
One day he stormed through the door and announced angrily, "Someone just
picked my pocket!"
Most of my fellow waitresses and I were speechless,
except for one who blurted out, "How could anyone stoop so low?"
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