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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 118 of 307 know now not to mess with the Allred name. Oh my God. I'm sorry I said that. Maybe, I wish I gave a cat's ass about my own name." ' "Can you figure out which door the employees are exiting through?" I asked, trying to smooth over what I still considered a rough patch, regardless that Steve felt so mirthful about it. "I can do better than that. Listen, focus on your slot machine right now, and look bored. Iri just a minute I want you to look at the screen on your phone." I popped a quarter in the slot I wasn't really expecting anything from and waited for a minute. Steve had gone silent. All I could hear was a frenzy of clicking and keystrokes. I looked at my phone. There was some video streaming onto the screen. It was a casino. An overhead view of a man sitting in front of a Dukes Of Hazard slot. He was wearing a seal patterned Hawaiian shirt. I reached for the lever on my machine with my free hand. So did he. It was breath taking. Steve was truly a mad genius. He switched views. I was suddenly looking at a bland set of glossy blue double doors at the end of a gray hallway. "What's that?" "That's from behind the door around the corner. It's a corrider to the break rooms and changing rooms. There's a time clock that everyone passes an ID under when they enter and exit and the door right next to that is the exit and entrance that the |
