3 a.m.: Two young men walk in. The first grabs a can of Monster and comes up to the counter.
"Do you guys sell condoms?" he asks.
"No, I'm afraid not," I reply.
"Then what am I going to do about this girl that keeps texting me?" he says, just as the phone in his hand chirps.
"Sorry, I can't help you," I say.
The second man then walks up with a bag of chips.
"Hey! Did you get our condoms?" he asks.
"Don't say it THAT way!," the first man says and giggles.
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