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“Thank you for calling Mike’s Athletics, this is Trevor speaking, how can I help you?”
“Yo, Trevor, it’s Jay.”
“Hey. Did you get the shoes I sent?”
“Yeah, I got them. They were all covered in dust.”
“Sorry, but everything is covered in dust back here.”
“Just make sure for next time there’s no dust on the shoes before you send them.”
“Jay, you have no idea what it’s like back here, the place looks like a disaster zone. I have almost no room to move, in fact, if it weren’t for my chair’s ability to swivel, I would be trapped at my desk. It was hard enough trying to find a box to put everything in, not to mention getting the shoes off the shelves.”
“Those sound like a lot of really great excuses, but I’m not interested in hearing any of them. Just so we’re clear, there better not be any dust on them next time.”
“Sure, no problem,” I said with a dull tone.
“I’m pretty busy here, so just stay there until the workers are done.”
“You’re not coming at 4:00?”
“No, I can’t, we’re swamped over here.”
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