Me: Do a lot of people come through here at night?
Him: Yeah, actually. We've gotten a lot of business lately. I think it has a lot to do with prom season.
Him: Yeah, I–are you still in high school or college or. . . ?
Me: I'm in college.
Him: Okay, I'll just say this then–I hate teenagers! I cannot stand them! Like, have you seen Drive? That Ryan Gosling movie?
Me: No, I haven't.
Him: Okay, well, there's this one part when Ryan Gosling just snaps and kills this guy in an elevator. But he doesn't just kill him–he, like, snaps his neck and then smashes his face in. Anyway, this kid came through tonight–scrawny, little, peach fuzz, not even a beard at all!
Me: Oh, that's bad.
Him: Thought he knew everything. He was trying to tell me how to use the cash register and I was just like I WORK HERE. I just wanted to pull him through the window and smash his face Ryan Gosling style.
Him: I hate teenagers.
Me: Well, luckily I turned twenty a few weeks ago, so I'm no longer an annoying teenager.
Him: Yes! I like you now!