Dear Shelf Stacker at Supermarket,
Yes, I would like all of your pineapple juice. All of it. This is no time to judge me. I have a pub full of thirsty people waiting for cocktails that specifically call for pineapple juice. Not apple juice, not pine juice (that I don’t believe is a thing, but in this case, we’ll make it a thing for the purpose of this letter). We didn’t have enough in our own stock. Thus, we need more.
Please indulge me in this, so I can ride the trolley back to work — my only measure of fun in a fourteen hour shift.
Cheers mate,
Q
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