"I know this is probably a stupid statement considering where we are at the moment, but holy sh*t, you look miserable." "My eyes are itchy and I can't stop sneezing. I think I'm allergic to something back there." "Allergic? Nah, it's probably just your body rejecting Shaw's." She laughed. "I'm serious," he said. "Would not surprise me at all. This place sucks." There were three carts behind the counter, one filled with brownie cookies and the other filled with ring cakes, all for a table to be set up in the front of the store. "So wait--you're closing tonight and opening tomorrow? That's f*ckin awful." "I'm not opening tomorrow. Susan is in at 5 to bake, and I'm in at 7." "Close enough. Honestly, if I was you, I'd be like f*ck this place. I'm not coming in tomorrow. I'm done. Go ahead, say it: F*ck Shaw's!" She laughs and says it quietly, almost loud enoug