So you saunter into my workplace 10 minutes before close, look at my coworker mopping the floor and cheekily ask if I 'want to make one more sandwich?'. I say sure, what would you like. While I'm whipping you up a delicious ham and cheese, you chat with a regular and I overhear you tell her you've 'been at Occupy all day.' A few minutes later, your sandwich is ready and you grab it and start to walk out the door. 'You maybe wanna pay for that?' I ask. 'Oh oops, I'm not used to paying for stuff'. I don't like the way you guys were cleared off the park, but man are you ever a useless bunch of fuckers. —Works for a Living