Whores and Panhandlers
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I ran into my friend "Trevor" the other day and we were talking
about our careers in the service industry. (Trev's a bartender)
"With every fake smile" I said "Every false 'Thank you' every
customer that chews my ass, I feel it eating away at me.
It makes me feel like a fraud, a fake, insincere. I want to mean
what I say and so often can't do that. I'm starting to feel a little
like a prostitute, selling a little piece of myself on every doorstep.
Don't you feel like a low-level whore sometimes, Trev?"
He looked at me with a crooked smile on his face and said,
"No, I don't feel like a low-level whore, I feel like a high-class panhandler"
about our careers in the service industry. (Trev's a bartender)
"With every fake smile" I said "Every false 'Thank you' every
customer that chews my ass, I feel it eating away at me.
It makes me feel like a fraud, a fake, insincere. I want to mean
what I say and so often can't do that. I'm starting to feel a little
like a prostitute, selling a little piece of myself on every doorstep.
Don't you feel like a low-level whore sometimes, Trev?"
He looked at me with a crooked smile on his face and said,
"No, I don't feel like a low-level whore, I feel like a high-class panhandler"
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