My superior mind knew you would say this. I’ve calculated all possible histories extending from this point. There will be no further battles.
Okay, that part is good. Google stop text to talk. Google stop text to talk. God damn it. Stupid fucking hello computer. I’m doing great, thanks. None. My superior mind knew you would say this. I’ve calculated my total is 71.94 dollars while in line and already have the correct amount in my hand. I’ve also procured my ID in the other. Your slow mind may not have caught up to this fact yet, but I have dos equis approaching you on the conveyor. If I am not in fact 21, this may be your final transaction. What will you do, Isabella?
Okay, not sure how much this matters considering where the world is heading, but:
If they can’t get better working conditions because you’ll complain (it’s not fair, yadda yadda), how will you get better working conditions when they complain (it’s not fair, yadda yadda)?
I’m just saying, if you’re not willing to play ball, why should I care about your sick pay?
Medicaid is gonna burn up soon. Should I be concerned that you’ll be losing coverage, or are we just fully on board with this petty individualism?