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guts and garters

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Thursday, May 09, 2002

If you saw the girl who'd made your sandwich in the street, would you say hello? Smile and nod? Even recognise her?

I don't think I would. I never pay attention to the person behind the counter. I mean, I give them the minimum attention necessay to get the order done in the most pleasant way possible, but then they're gone from my mind two seconds later.

Now I'm on the other side of the counter. I kinda like the anonymity.

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