When I was back at the brewery, the one (young) (broad-faced) (white) girl also was chit-chatting with another patron about how people from different towns and from different states can look down at other places, and how back when she was taking sign language, on the first day when her instructor was having people do introductions and this one guy introduced himself as being from a wealthier suburb in the metropolitan area of the state's largest city, the instructor was like, 'Ohhhhh....," and then in front of everyone she signed the first letter of the town's name and the word "snobby."
The bartender girl also said that that guy seemed nice but could be weird.
"One time I told him we should go get some Panda," she was like, "And then he never talked to me again."
She also said that he left really bad tips, even though he was using his dad's credit card.
. . .
("Panda" is "Panda Express," that's what everyone calls it here, and everyone seems to love it.)
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