Once upon a time I had a job where I had to submit receipts for everything: mileage, tolls, bitches. Of course, I'd lose many of the receipts. So I'd have to go to one of my co-workers - who used to be in the mob - and beg him to make receipts for me using some kind of illicit receipt machine he'd cobbled together. Do you know how hard it is not to stare at the mutilated nose of an ex-mobster in order not to offend him? Lemme tell ya Buckos, it's hard. I mean, the dude got stabbed right in his nose in a brawl in a NYC subway. It's hard to convince a guy like that of the importance of getting reimbursed $1.25 for thruway tolls.
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