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My first job out of high school I was a cook at a 'greasy spoon' cafe in MN on the weekends. I had a couple that drove 45 miles every Saturday morning for my pancakes. I always figured they were bullshitting me and they had some other reason for driving into town on Saturdays. Then a few months after I quit that job I stopped by there one weekend and the waitress told me that couple stopped coming in the weekend after I stopped working there (as did many of the other 'regulars'). About a month after that they went out of business.
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