OMG, three days on the job and I'm already struggling to keep that smile on. I mean, I'm perfectly nice to you, why do you have to roll your eyes or snap at me or not make a little conversation? I'm just trying to make your morning a little bit brighter -- and for the record, old lady with the little purse-dog that you're so not allowed to have in here, I don't have this job because I'm a high school dropout. I mean it does, but I'm a high school dropout only has to do with the fact that I got sucked into another reality.
You can't break me. I've worked in theme parks.
So, every time you tip me at the counter of the Half Pint Café, you'll get a musical number! I do take requests.