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Let's crack on with today's first story.

Now apparently this is one of those Reddit stories that's done the rounds.

People absolutely love it for whatever reason it was sent to me.

But I said, why not?

Let's dive into it, shall we?

Would I be the asshole if I complain to the owners of a cafe about how long it takes

their employee to cut cheese?

You can imagine my what the fuck face thing and where's this where I'm going to go.

I work in an office building which has a cafe in it.

It's not table service, you got to the counter and have a choice of a hot meal, soup or a sandwich.

The owners don't manage it as they're a catering company that supply the food in the morning.

They leave the worker to deal with the distribution for the paninis and soup. He is a pleasant person and very talkative, and there is nothing particularly odd about

him other than his apparent immunity to the passage of time itself.

He will not prep anything.

There's no sandwiches assembled and waiting to go. There's an empty

fridge bit next to the counter. The rack stands barren, the void of even a glimpse of a BLT.

Okay. So the sandwiches are freshly prepared each time. Yes, great, but he doesn't prep the ingredients

either. He has to take out and cut the cheese up every single time someone order something, and he will take his time.

The man will cut cheese with a concentration of someone disassembling the large Hadron Collider, and he does it on an order-by-order basis.

I will explain the process.

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