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The Waitress

Sometimes I cry Sometimes I smile Sometimes I hide In the bathroom for a while The ketchup bottles are empty The ice buckets must be full Children scream for chicken tenders Food is fried in peanut oil Make sure to write on the ticket If they have a peanut allergy Or your tip might be Zero dollars

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Date: 6/30/2020 2:28:00 PM
Been there. You have my eternal, undying sympathy, Ciara!! Hang in there now, Gershon
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Date: 6/29/2020 12:10:00 PM
They work so hard trying to please everyone. I take my hat off to them. Welcome to soup Ciara Tom
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