/Blast from the Past Feels/

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>Go to a pub
>Miserable as fuck as usual
>Go to the bar to order ale, bartender serves me. Same age.
>Can't help but think 'I know this woman' but the details escape me
>Finish beer, meanwhile the owner of the pub comes downstairs and immediately starts giving the woman grief.
>"What are you doing wasting my beer!?" - she spilled maybe like 5ml by making the head too big.
>"There are plenty of other women I can hire you know!"
>He storms off and I go up to the bar to get another beer. Sigh, because life is shit, the woman assumes I was referring to the owner.
>"I know, he's a jerk anon, w-wait I know you! We went to school together."
>Suddenly remember she was a quiet girl in my class nobody really paid attention to, in some respects the female equivalent of me.
>"What are you doing with your life nowadays?"
>Accomplished nothing; she takes orders from a fucking dick because she needs money.

Guess life is shit for everyone.