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I went to one once—research, fam. Smelled like cheap perfume and regret. This chick, Candy, she’s tellin me bout her “rates”—I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t UberEats!” Got mad for a sec, ‘cause the vibe was off—dude in the corner looked like he’d rob me. But then she laughed, said, “Don’t overthink it, playa.” Straight outta Korine’s script—“Don’t be a little bitch!”—and I’m like, damn, she’s right. Loosened up, tipped her extra. Felt good, like I won somethin.

But then, oh man, the power goes out! Just poof! One minute, I’m ringing up a pack of gum, and the next, it’s pitch black. I’m fumbling around, trying to find my phone for light. Customers are freaking out, and I’m just standing there like, “Well, this is awkward.”