...at the (Thai) restaurant where I now work at:
"You trying to keep me here?", says a (fatter) (older middle-aged) (white) woman with glasses and an artistic scarf sitting by herself at a back corner table, as I refill her just-emptied water glass after she had already paid her bill and I'd bussed away her empty plate, and when I look confused, she explains that she'd promised herself she'd that when she finished that glass of water all the way, that's when she'd go back to work.
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