I Should’ve Trusted My Instincts and Bribed Him with Burnt Offerings

[Rok and I have opened the bar store early in preparation for LUEY Weekend. We’re bustling about when a customer slinks in, places his elbows on the counter, rests his chin on his hands and regards us dolefully.]

Me: “Hello!”

Rok: “Welcome!”

Customer: [limpid gaze]

Me: “…”

Rok: “…”

Customer: “Do you have a large?”

Me: “…”

Rok: “…”

Customer: [limpid gaze]

Me and Rok: [in unison] “A LARGE WHAT?!”

Customer: “Shirt.”

Not a specific T-shirt or leather tunic, mind you: just… y’know… “shirt” as an archetype. Rok can normally keep himself composed when facing even our most abrasive customers, but I honestly kind of thought he was going to punch the guy.

Okay, I kind of hoped he was going to punch the guy.

Fine, I prayed for him to punch the guy. But he never did.

Conclusion: Rok is abysmal at answering prayers. I will be taking my future requests for prompt succor elsewhere.

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