The other night at work, Ricky Bobby and I chatted at the dish pit where we discard plates and uneaten food. I joked about it being tempting to eat the bread sticks from people's tables when we're super hungry. He said he totally could. As a challenge to his male ego, I offered him a quarter to do it.
And he did.
I gave him a quarter, but he deserved ten bucks. Shudder.
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