Last night a few people we've had issues with at work came in again for the first time in a long time. I heard the tell-tale bratty cry and outwardly groaned in defeat. Fortunately they didn't stay too long, but they were there long enough to cause some serious angst and me to judge them.
Because this is what I thought to myself when I saw them sit down:
You know, I would not sell these kids to the gypsies. Not because that's supposedly wrong and frowned upon.
No, I wouldn't sell these kids because they are such wretched little cretins that they wouldn't even get me a good price.
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