>>6294810
You try and end the sentence with a certain "are you feeling lucky, punk?" flair, but you end up sounding like you're just actually asking him. The adrenaline starts to wear off, and you realize you just had an enormously loud meltdown in front of a customer. A customer who is dripping with the saliva you spat at him. Panic swiftly replaces your rage. Fortunately(?), the bespectacled customer looks amused.

"You went on for a quite a while there."

"Sorry."

"You're not."

"No, I'm not. How do you know that?" His face lights up as you ask.

"I'm a psychic, duh."

>NO FUCKING WAY. Yeah, right.
>PROVE IT. Guy gets lucky one time and claims he can read your mind.
>HUH? What's a psychic?
>PSY-KICK HIS ASS. Fuck this fucking guy.
>WRITE-IN.