I Don’t Deserve My Friends….

Today, I moved with the help of my friends. I rented a U-Haul. We got all my stuff out of storage. We dropped off half my stuff at Choon and Pei-Sun’s. Then we finished the job at my house. We went out to eat because it’s customary to treat all your slave laborers to a compensatory meal afterward. It’s only fair. It’s only just. Except that I didn’t end up paying, and I’m not sure how the hell that happened. The check came. I was lightning fast with the Mastercard and it was back in the hands of the waitress in about .57 seconds. It should have been done. Over. Finito. But no. Somehow Choon managed to not only wrestle the bill away from the waitress, but he managed to get the waitress to be on their side! I’m not sure how that happened, but I know I feel unworthy.

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