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21st Century Problems: (#7) The First Episode with a Name (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA))

“Trey?” the voice pulled me out of my daydream of being a contestant on So You Think You Can Dance. “It is Trey? Your name tag says so,“ an old lady asked and confirmed with her old husband standing in front of the register of YoguLand. They stared at me as if I was a zoo animal. “Do you have anymore chocolate sprinkles?” the man said with frustration. “If there aren’t any out there, I guess not,” working at a self-serve yogurt place was one of my least favorite jobs (I rank it 5th out the 5 I have), but it was easy. “What the hell is the point of having you if you don’t do anything?” the man grumped (can you grump?). It was a good question. “We’ve got chocolate chips, sir,” I didn’t really care. I was thinking about my Netflix queue. “You’re a bit old to be working here,” the woman sassed. I drifted off to the radio playing YoguLand.  Ah yes, The Best of Michelle Branch was still going. “You’re everywhere to me Michelle,” I thought. “Hello! Can you weigh our yogurt?” the man was yelling. I don’t like yelling very much. I’m sure it wasn’t going to make him happy either that I realized the scale was broken. “Trey, where is your manager?” the woman said as if that was supposed to scare me. “I am the manager, ma’am, Trey,” I grinned. The old man got pissed and slammed his yogurt down grabbing his wife storming out. I went back to singing passing the time. Yogurt isn’t supposed to be that serious. 


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