The other night at the (Thai) restaurant where I work now, I was working an evening shift, and at the very end of the night the one (Pentecostal) (Guatemalan) worker came out to speak with the one (older) (Thai) (lady) workers who's a blaze at the phones, and he said something about wanting to say goodbye.
"Tonight is my last night of work," he was like, to me.
"What?!", I was like.
Then, I asked him where he was going to work now.
"I will mow grass," he was like.
. . .
I wonder if I will see him again; life can be funny like that, where you just never see a person again.
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