I honestly don't know how to title this post so the title might not quite fit, earlier I took my little brother out to eat and ordered takeout then sat on a bench a little offways to the register, I guess since I wasn't looking like a million dollars this waitress felt the need to come over from the other side of the restaurant to ask if we needed anything. after telling her we were waiting for our food she asked for a receipt or proof of purchase... I did have a receipt that I had to ask for because the guy at the register didn't ask if I wanted it and after she stared at it for a whole minute she gave it back and fucked off to the other side of the restaurant, didn't even check the kitchen.

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I guess if you're not rocking gucci loafers and the latest iphone you're a loitering homeless for all women care, ironically enough my top of the line honda pilot touring was the most expensive car in the parking lot at the time. Hopefully lil bro got a taste of the AWALT lifestyle though, fuck that place