Thursday, May 23, 2013

Taken from SuspendedCoffeess
Imagine you’re working in a small town, not even making minimum wage. You’re divorced and you've always dreamed of visiting Italy where your family is from.
You have no way of actually doing it.
 One day you’re talking to a random customer very casually about your life. He eats his meal and walks out the door.
You go to pick up the bill, and it looks like this:

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