I should have known it would be like this.
When my Friday night started out with a customer's ten year old son telling me he was a secret agent and then proceeded to execute a karate spin and kick followed by a PUNCH TO MY STOMACH AND RIGHT BOOB - I should have gone straight home and to bed.
But I like punishment.
He punched me twice more, and his unexcusably rude mother did nothing about it. She did however, go over the vehicle we SPECIAL ORDERED for her with a fine toothed comb and proceeded to tell me that she could go somewhere else for a better deal.
I told her where she could go.
I realized just now, at 3:40pm that I haven't eaten in almost TWO DAYS. How that is possible confounds me.
My body is running on fumes, water, and the sheer determination not to D.I.E.
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