A regular of mine who hasn't been in in awhile came in today. He is a shrinking, wrinkly, hard-of-hearing, a WWII vet, and a shouter. He calls me "young lady" and he is usually hilarious and difficult. Today he came to my register, put his stuff on the counter, looks me in the eyes and says,
"The first 100 years are the hardest."
I couldn't help but laugh. And agree.
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