The Errant Amnesiac (TM)

My much needed break from the house came today after I walked out on the students who were causing me grief. Not unlike last year, I am left on my own to cafe for a household. This time, however, it includes two additional students and triple the stress.

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“EFT-POS?” I exclaimed. “I gotta teach you Canadian, man!”

I took the pen from an attractive hostess, and proceeded to write down notes for my dear friend, Amar.

We were more than ready to leave thirty minutes ago, but my amigo was smitten with our server. The hamster wheel in his head was silent, but the creaking rotation of another hamster wheel was revving up somewhere below his neck.

“I’m not you,” I prefaced my unsolicited bit of advice, “but I might suggest you say something like, ‘Forgive me if this is too forward…’”

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