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    1. Saturday, April 6

      by , 04-10-2019 at 07:03 AM
      I am at the Alibi brewery with Melissa. It looks mostly different though - the bar area is smaller and seems shorter, with seating at the counter. It faces the chalkboard tap list and wraps around the end at a 90 degree angle, which is where we sit. It is not very crowded, but there is a fair amount of people, probably right before it gets busy. It is dim and laid back. Right away, a blond girl in her early 20s comes over to get our drink orders. Naturally, Melissa wants a water. She then looks to me, but I havenít had enough time to choose a beer. I know there is one that I want, but I canít think of the name. I say ďuhÖĒ while looking at the list, hoping sheíll help me out a little. Instead, she just says something like ďwow, you do hate me/why do you hate me?Ē It couldíve been a playful joke, but with the way she said it, it came off as serious. She leaves and them comes back later for a food order. Melissa gets chicken strips. Iím still pretty turned off by the girlís comment, so I donít think I get anything, and she doesnít seem to care anyway. Melissa now has her chicken strips, and they have brought me a beer. Itís only about ľ full. I sip it, and it is the one I was thinking of (it tastes like some German style, maybe a doppelbock?) and tastes good. I just canít really believe they served it that empty, so I snapchat it to Brittney. The bill is $40, $20 a person I figure. I want to tip her absolutely nothing, and I donít think it would be unjustified. I consider writing her a note on the receipt as well.
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    2. Monday, February 11

      by , 02-17-2019 at 12:42 AM
      I am working at Dillardís, and it seems like Iím working the fitting room in menís. A middle aged man comes in and is looking for something, a suit coat I think. I think I help him find one. He tries some on and finds one fairly quick. Before he leaves the dim fitting room, he asks me if domestic? or something else is okay, sort of discreetly. I hesitate and tell him Ďdomesticí. He nonchalantly thanks me while holding out a wad of bills. After heís gone, I see a receipt for $100? and a tip of $40 - what he gave to me.