I arrived right on time for work, with a good attitude and a desire to serve people. A wee small voice told me to check the back of my pants. Nothing there but underwear. A huge tear across the pants. I had no idea how it got there, except for maybe washing and drying this particular pair of pants nearly every day. Now it's going to be every third or fourth day for the nest pairs of pants.
I covered the tear with a light jacket tied around my waist, and offered fellow employees a peek at fifty cents per peek. No takers.
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