Tonight, I sit here at a Dennys with my shredded shoe, by myself. Licking pennies and typing on my computer. The crowd stares at me like I'm a psycho or something as I place french fries in my beard for later.
Two men are walking through a construction site.
The first man says to the other, "I'm thirsty." The second man agrees, "Me too."
The first man walks into a bar. You think the second man would've seen it.
:blob_facepalm: Doesn't matter. It costs ten dollars to bill him. The shoes were less than that. I'm not losing money on this deal. Five dollars and I can get back to the sweatshop to buy another pair.