SC gives me a mouthful of abuse when I'm closing the petrol station on a Sunday. "How dare you!" she shrieks. "I'm going to complain that you're skiving off by closing this early!"
I am confused; we always close at this time on a Sunday. I tell her so. She's having none of it.
"No, you close at ten!" she screams. "I came here last week on a Sunday and you closed at ten!"
Where was that, in a parallell universe? We always close at six and have done ever since we first started opening on a Sunday. SC refuses to accept this and eventually drives off screaming that she's going to complain about me. Bring it, bitch.
I am confused; we always close at this time on a Sunday. I tell her so. She's having none of it.
"No, you close at ten!" she screams. "I came here last week on a Sunday and you closed at ten!"
Where was that, in a parallell universe? We always close at six and have done ever since we first started opening on a Sunday. SC refuses to accept this and eventually drives off screaming that she's going to complain about me. Bring it, bitch.

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