You are the young (compared to me) man who guarded my debit card behind the microbrewery bar after I left with family for dinner without having first closed my tab. I discovered my suds-fueled absent-mindedness upon trying to pay for dinner, which of course produced a chorus of “Sure, you left your debit card at the micro-brewery!” As soon as I walked back through your door, you and your co-workers remarked that I looked like someone who had forgotten something. Thinking back, I should have tipped more!
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