We went to a cafe, sat down at a table, made an order.
Then I noticed that the waitress serving us was vaguely familiar, but unfriendly.
She threw the menu and talked to me rudely. So, I asked her, “Do we know each other?”
She replied, “Of course we do. You cribbed off from my work in the sixth grade and got an A, and I got a B.
Although I think I’m better.” I was stunned, but decided to leave her a tip. I hope she did the math without any problems.
The front door opened again, and military police stepped inside with child protective services and my attorney. The shift in the room was immediate. Authority changed hands…
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