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dealing with the public, the one that immediately comes to mind was in the late 80's I took a 2nd job at Martinetti's liquor store in the north end of Boston. I was workign bottle return and this homeless guy was making his daily drop off, then he asked me to convert some of his change to dollars, and when he pulled out the handful of change, there were fucking roaches skittering all over his out held hand and the change, he'd pulled the roaches out of his pocket with the change. I told him get out of here, no way pal.
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