Today I found myself crying on the street because the owner of the diner where I got lunch made me take money out of an atm instead of paying with my card.
When I got back to my sausage station, at least three employees offered me tea. They told me that it was free to employees and demonstrators, but I think they were doing it out of pity from having seen me cry. They didn't offer me any before I went on break.
Then Cher's "Shoop Shoop Song" and Roberta Flack's "Killing Me Softly" came on. I danced away my troubles when "Footloose" played.
The Smart Girl's Moral of this Story: Just dance your blues away.
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That's why places that don't let you pay with a card should be boycotted!
I'm sorry, Alice.
On an unrelated note, I read the title of this post many times, sure that you had spelled "broke" wrong. But you totally didn't.
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