I was just passing by the till where Jenn was serving a scrawny, bearded man wearing a checkered flannel shirt (in 34 degree July weather) when he called me over and asked for some more napkins.
"Sure!" I called, and skipped over to the back where I found a few refills. Ripping open the package, I handed several to him.
"Thanks," he said on his way to the door, "I always need to get a few; half of this is about to end up in my beard."
There are some things that I learn working at an ice cream shop that I never would have needed to know. And now, my friends, you know too.
You're welcome.
;)
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