Recently, I ordered a pizza. Since the establishment was only a few blocks away, I decided to pick it up myself. Manning the cash register was a slouching paragon of the zoomer generation.
“Can I help you?” he asked in some patois that mixed English and bovine. I said hi and told him I was picking up a pizza.
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