Lady calls and said I was in the other night and someone spilled something pink on me (we don’t sell anything pink) I was told to bring dry cleaning receipt in but I went to the hospital and I just got out. I asked who you spoke with she said the manager. I said the tall guy named Juan she said yes that’s him. No one named Juan works here. I said let me call Juan and check with him. I asked for her name and number. I called the girl who closes the one night I’m not here and of course nothing. So out of curiosity I called number back, disconnected. I used to get this in Chicago quite a bit.
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