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I worked as a cashier at a pharmacy in my formative years. One hot summer day, a guy comes in during his jog to buy a gatorade. He pulled the bill from out of his sweaty-assed sock and tried to hand it to me. I told him to put it down on the counter and I used 2 pencils like chopsticks to put it into an empty slot in the register. No way I was touching that, or giving it back to a customer.
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