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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady walks in. She’s got this huge bag of groceries. She looks at me, then at the equipment, and says, “You know, back in my day, we didn’t have all this fancy stuff.” I’m like, “Yeah, lady, but we also didn’t have Wi-Fi!” She just chuckles and walks out.

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