Nothing makes me more irate than a run to the grocery store deli, asking for a pound of X, having the attendant reach for the pre-sliced meat, and have him/her roll their eyes when I ask for a freshly sliced batch. Please forgive me if I make you engage in the laborious task that happens to be your effing job. And don't think your obvious show of displeasure is going to keep me from asking for my cheese sliced as well.
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