"What do you mean there's no ice, brother?"
"The drinks have gone completely warm!"
"If you can't do it, let someone else come!"
You should hear how they're hollering. Do I care? Of course not. Earlier, when we were doing the deliveries, no one even looked at our faces; when they saw no one was coming, they sent their errand boys. When they returned empty-handed, the fixers at the counter, whose status wasn't that important, came over.
I feel the sorriest for them; the ones with the apprentice mindset are already wandering around idly, but the situation of those who get things done but aren't appreciated is very dramatic.
Anyway, the ones who make the most money finally showed up; they're acting passive-aggressive, but the sounds entering my right ear are passing through a frictionless environment and exiting from the left side.
"Brother, the machine broke down, what am I supposed to do? Do I have a mage that I can produce ice for you?"
