Doubt it. I made it obvious with my scowl that I didn't want him in there with his grubby shoes. People just don't understand my plastic covered sofa and all round cleanliness.
I think now's a good time to make it clear that I don't actually work in KFC. Not that I disagree with anybody that does. That shit is finger lickin' good.
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