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"Here're your tokens" he grunted, tossing the little ziplock bag full of coins onto the counter. His face wasn't speckled with acne like the others, but his head was still in the awkward stage of maturity so that it didn't quite match up with the rest of his body- like some sort of teenage bobblehead doll. He seemed very unpleasant. I'm 99% sure the source of his discontent was the fact that he had a summer job.

There I was, trying to enjoy my company function, and this little pissant had to go and spoil things for me by having a bad attitude. "Enthusiasm is contagious, you know." I told him, as I picked up my coins.

"What?"

"Nevermind." And I walked away, determined not to let this experience ruin the rest of my day. Feeling masculine I made my way to the batting cages. I figured I would put on a show for my female coworkers. Instead I ended up hurting my hand and sweating more than I had budgeted for. The real winner at the batting cages was the girl who cranked some softballs while wearing high-heeled sandals.