Mine isn't all that bad...but I still feel crappy about it. I was working at this really nasty Denny's in a ghetto town, making shit tips and just feeling sorry for myself. My manager waggled his finger at me and requested that I follow him into the storage refrigerator. He pointed at a bunch of old pies and handed me a roll of stickers that said "Friday". It was Saturday.
"Here's what I want you to do." he said, pointing at the stickers. "Put those stickers, over the Saturday stickers." He demonstrated by carefully placing a Friday sticker over a Saturday sticker so that the edges lined up.
"But, weren't these made a week ago?" I asked.
He breathed slowly out through his nose, staring at me with hard eyes.
"No, they were made a month ago. But they're perfectly fine." he threw the stickers on the counter and walked out, shouting "Just do it."
I felt sick, as I carefully placed the sticky little liars on the ancient pies.
TL, DR: Don't order the pie at Denny's.
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