There was this guy who came to the beanery one time, and he was an idiot. He had a perfectly "coifed" (you know, I didn't know how to say that word until just recently. But, I digress) faux-hawk and made a super retarded remark about how it was dumb that I couldn't break his gal pal's fifty dollar bill at nine in the morning. Despite the fact that his hair was brown, I described him later as "Some D-bag who looked like Spencer off the Hills."
Tonight, I found out: His name is really Jim and he's my new manager.
Oh, hooray.
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...Not at the Beanery?
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