Apparently if someone dies in the shop, I am still to serve customers. fuck that shit. Why would I serve customers, for the glory of my employer??? I'd feel like a Auschwitz train driver, 70 years of guilt.
I pray for my customers that no one should have a heart attack just before the 2.30 at Ascot. I would hate for them not to gamble on a two pound winner. Would break my heart.
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