...at the one (Irish-y) burger joint in the first floor of a historic hotel, where I now work at:
1) The one (quiet) (Asian-American) guy who does hosting says that he was leaving work the other day and was walking home and there was a bus stopped in the middle of the intersection because there was a homeless guy there standing in front of it, just right there in the middle of the road, and when he walked by, the guy threw a shoe at him.
2) Two (early 50s) (upper-middle class) (white) townie women are in and catching up and trying out cocktails, and when the one re-orders something she enjoys, she's like, "I could drink this out of a shoe!".
When I ask her what she likes so much about it, she says how it starts off sweet but then ends bitter.
"Just like all my relationships," I'm like.
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