Strange Things are Afoot at the Circle K

In other, worser news, I believe I left my little memo book on the register this evening. The little book of "I hate my job, I hate the customers, I can't believe ____ threw away my soda and threatened to send me home" tales that I write when it's slow.
Crap.
Maybe they won't know it's mine? Maybe there is another equally misanthropic employee who drinks Mr. Pibb at the register and keeps a fuckin written record of it?

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Furthermore, my webcam has a wacky dino font option.
Who the hell communicates in dinosaurs?




Fin.