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Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry, but it's against the rules to smoke near a pump. What do you want me to do? I just lit this. I know. And I have nothing against smoking. I smoke too. It's okay to have one over there by my van if you want me to show you. Nah, I'm almost done here. It's just really dangerous to smoke by the pump. The whole gas station can light on fire. I'm not a fucking idiot, all right? What do you think, I'd take this and stick it in a pump? I wasn't trying to be mean to you. You don't need to yell at me. Hey. Hey. Diane left again without cleaning the bathrooms or restocking. That's okay, I'll do it. Hi there. Hi. Uh, hey there. How can I help you? Um, what's her name? Sheila. Sheila, right. Hi, Sheila. Uh, I was in here a few nights ago. Do you remember? It's Fred. I see a lot of faces in here. Hi, Fred. My name is Melinda. Um, we were talking and you were telling me how your feet hurt so much from standing all night and so um I thought um these might help They they padded insoles for your shoes I'm guessing you're, uh, size 9? Here, you should, uh, try them out. Wow, these look really comfortable. She's right. After a long shift, we all have aching feet. I'm not a size 9. Oh, well, that's okay, because you can cut these down if they're too big. Okay, okay, stop, stop, stop, stop, okay? Just stop, stop. I don't want your foot pads, okay? I don't want anything from you. Well, they're, um... I don't care how nice he thinks he's being. He comes in here every night. We're not going to have some sort of thing happening between us, okay? You understand? Excuse me, is there another register open? Um... Fred, your insoles... I swear to God, these pathetic... Can I get two of the Lucky 7 scratchers? The insoles fit my shoes perfectly. What? It's like Cinderella. The shoe fits. Your insoles fit my shoes.