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I was at work today for about an hour and a half. Within fifteen minutes of my getting there, the entire cub scout group came in. The first few kids were alright, even sweet in my book. Then the armada came in. I wanted to throttle the kid that was standing on a chair, peering over the edge of the ice cream machine, saying, "IKNOWWHATIWANTIKNOWWHATIWANTHEYIKNOWWHATIWANT!!!" All I could say was, "Wait a minute, sweetie, I'm getting your friend's ice cream!"

To make matters worse, they yelled. Oh, god, they all yelled. And they opened and closed the door countless times. Their parents didn't even bother to tip. We went through a whole package of 8 oz. cups on these brats. We found a bunch of them full after they all left, and we found spilled water and everything. The little brats even left a few cups on the COUCH. Alright, it's just common courtesy to clean up after yourselves in such a situation. They could've at least left a little tip for our grand efforts.

Then a group of ladies came in ten minutes before close. At least they didn't ruin the floors or upholstery.

To make my day even worse, I've been reminded again that Bell's is closed completely. That was my childhood. That was my mother's childhood.

ACK!!!!