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I was shopping at Banana Republic last weekend. At the check-out line, the lady asked me — as usual — if I’d like to save 20% by opening a Banana Republic card. No thanks. She asked who was helping me with the order. Sorry, I forgot his name. No problem, she replied — what did he look like? Without saying “like a 22-year old meathead,” I replied that I didn’t know. She said cool, no problem. What was he wearing? “Ummmmm, black and gray. Clothes from Banana Republic. You know, mock sweaters and gray pants. Basically what you’re wearing. Maybe you helped me? Sorry, I can’t remember . . . ” She rung me up without saying another word. I didn’t know what the problem was . . . I mean . . . she asked . . .

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I was shopping at Banana Republic last weekend. At the check-out line, the lady asked me — as usual — if I’d like to save 20% by opening a Banana Republic card. No thanks. She asked who was helping me with the order. Sorry, I forgot his name. No problem, she replied — what did he look like? Without saying “like a 22-year old meathead,” I replied that I didn’t know. She said cool, no problem. What was he wearing? “Ummmmm, black and gray. Clothes from Banana Republic. You know, mock sweaters and gray pants. Basically what you’re wearing. Maybe you helped me? Sorry, I can’t remember . . . ” She rung me up without saying another word. I didn’t know what the problem was . . . I mean . . . she asked . . .

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