Where I work there is a drawer to exchange money and merchandise. There is a small drawer for the money and a larger drawer for the larger items. Whenever someone reaches their arm into the drawer to retrieve whatever they’ve bought, I get the urge to slam the drawer on their arm. Then act like there is nothing I can do and their arm is now my arm. And laugh menacingly.

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