Does it bother you when some asks a bunch of questions that should be simple and they've done more than once?
Drives me crazy.
What do you want for supper?
Hamburger or hot dog?
How many hot dogs you want?
How many tater tots should I fix?
And on and on.
Do I need to clean this?
What do you use?
Where does that go?
Where does this go?
Can I leave this here?
I mean, you're not new here.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
What is this?
Does it get wrapped?
Where is (insert 1,000 instrument names)?
Does this go in steam?
What is this instrument called?
Do you want me to put my mess away?
They questions I got every night when closing the store.
Do I wash this?
How?
Can I go smoke?
Do I clean the steam table?
How many boxes go here?
Can I go smoke?
Do I mop the floor?
Should I sweep first?
Can I go smoke?
The bathroom needs toilet paper, what do I do?
Do I have to clean the toilet?
Can I go smoke?
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Where are the flashlights? Right there in the green container. Where? I dont see them! :death stare of "dont make me stop making campfire lunch just so I can walk over there and move the lanterns to show you the flashlights are RIGHT under them" :
