The other weekend I was in Wisconsin for a friend's birthday party.
While there, I hit up a jam shop.
The worker was a (young) (white) (female), and when I came in she was just leaning back against a pie-making table with her arms crossed, just staring out into space and looking bored.
The shop was otherwise empty, and she seemed to have been doing that for a while, and she wasn't on her phone or anything, but was just staring out into space.
Later, at a hotdog place, there was this (skinny) (white) (female) teenage worker with two tightly braided reddish-brown pigtails, and they were on either side of her head under a fastfood brim cap, and her shirt was a bit big and her sleeves hung off her thin arms, and she was just running around frantically in the small kitchen place behind the register and frying fries and prepping hotdogs, and she seemed so exasperated.
Thursday, October 26, 2017
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