I applied for a few jobs today, and one of them was at the “South” location for a well-known downtown place. I’d served the owner of the company before and had thought he seemed like a real [under-tipping, demanding] ass, but the girl who took my resume had a mustache. I thought, “Yes! They will hire me despite my looks!” Unfortunately, I was so nervous that I said, “have a nice day” to the clerk twice, and twice the mustachioed girl said, “you too.” Then I muttered to myself until I got to my car. Here I come, South Asheville!
