Brad the Manager

Brad the Manager, brrrgged thru the door, clutching his side and squinting tightly.

“What’s wrong with him?” I asked one of the other servers.

“Kidney stone,” they told me. “What a trooper!”

I didn’t like the way ‘trooper’ sounded.

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