25. That’s You, Not Me
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When I was 16 and waitressing, a woman kept criticizing the food during a busy night, demanding free meals.
Eventually, she started making personal remarks, and I replied with the most savage burn I could think of at the time. “I know you are, but what am I.”
She went up to start complaining to the manager, who didn’t care and walked off mid-sentence.
