So here’s the thing: The pool table at the bar is always broken. It eats the money but doesn’t spit out the balls, so I put an “out of order” sign on it so I don’t have to keep refunding people their money all night long. Last night this woman comes up to the bar and is pissed off as she asks me “why is the pool table broken”  I wanted to hit her between the fucking eyes. What the fuck kind of question is that? The more contact I have with humans, the dumber I get.