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I see when you reduce portion sizes without reducing the price.
I notice when you wipe the side of the cup with your hand.
I see the dirty cloth in your back pocket and the dirty mop and bucket in the corner.
I can spot the difference between a fake smile and a real one.
I know you think I am not going to tip if visit wearing my tracky dax.
I notice when you avert your gaze to avoid being approached.
I get that you don’t want to really be there.
I see all these things.
But I don’t care.
I can always go somewhere else, if not today, tomorrow.