Some confessions of the working class

I've watched a documentary once about junkies who get by in New York, for example, they go through the garbage near the tea pots store and find a receipt and the girl enters first acting all like she's definitely buying the tea pot, she takes it and "absent mindedly" puts it near the entrance door or something, the boy gets it, goes straight to the complaint department with the receipt and all and takes "his money" back. They died in gutter.

Well, I'm never using FedEx again

Plot twist: The guest never owned a Rolex in the first place.

I worked at a Panera, and half of that is not true. They have an overnight baker that bakes all of the next day products, and are usually done by 5:30am.