A pent? wtf is a pent?

I just woke up, so some of this might not make sense, if not, I'll change it later…If I'm not asleep.

One of my favorite things to see at work is FOBs. And I'm talking any FOBs, once they come in the door, you smell a unique odor of homemade kimchi or just fish. As always, they come in packs in multiples of 5, do not ask why for it is the FOB way. I sure as don't care…until I have to serve them.

"Next party in line!"

*they scamper toward me all excited for even though this is there 20th time here, they act like it is there first*

"Hi, welcome to Coldstone"

*they start talking about what they want, then they speak*

"Ok, ok, I wont a pent of chocalate"

"Excuse me? a pent? What's a pent?" I would ask since, it sounds like they are speaking engrish and I only know english.

"Ya, a pent *does hand motion showing how big it is*"

"Oh! a PINT. Ya, sorry, I thought you said pent, reminded me of a pen."

I start serving their ice cream, 20 minutes later, all 100 ofo them are served, speaking really fast in their language commenting (I assume) about how my ice cream is made and whatnot. They are not judges, but they sure act like them. And what's worse, they don't leave a fucking tip. YOU BASTARDS, you take so long and you don't leave a tip? How dare you!

That's all for now, I'm still tired so I think I'll go hibernate again.

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