I walked over to the table and I just hoped to the moon goddess that this wasn't gonna be as painful as I think it's gonna be.
"Ladies, I heard you wanted to see me"
"Actually, we asked for the manager"
One of the girls spoke in a way that lazy, stereotypical, dumb blondes do in the movies, you know where they drag out every single word in a very irritating, bored and lazy way.
Fuck, this is gonna be harder than I originally thought.
"Technically, you like asked for the owner and that's like who I am, so what can I do for you all?"
I asked the girls whilst mimicking the way this girl was speaking.
"Oh, well, you see ma'am..."
Ma'am?.
Did she just call me ma'am?.
I'm probably the same freaking age as you love.
I thought to myself while rolling my eyes.
"Calm down, Ad, she's just
