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Yesterday at work some crazy giant (well, only seven feet tall. But hey, that's big...), and I mean crazy as a descriptive term for someone who has arguments with themselves and can't seem to sit down to save their life, wanted to kick my ass. I told him to leave the Cafe because he was just being weird, you know with the self arguing and meandering around endlessly, this pissed him off. He informed me that he wasn't leaving until he drank the Coke that he had ordered, so I had to take it away from him. I yanked it right out of his hand, I totally thought he was gonna hit me, but he didn't. He did however tell me that he wanted to fight me, but only for money, and called me a "punk ass bitch" at least four times in a row. It was fun. God I love working on Aurora!