Some years ago my then GF and I went to a local ice cream parlor. The service was bad, the place was dirty, and the staff didn't seem to give a rat's patoot about any of those things. When we went to pay our bill, Janet complained and the schmuck behind the counter said, "Mind your own business. Whaddaya, own the place?" Janet said yes, she did, and showed the jerk her driver's license to substantiate who she was. The name on the license was the name on the sign over the door. It was her family's ice cream parlor! <ROTFLMAO>
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