you. Yeah, you, the unemployed guy sitting on your couch surfing the
Internet for a job. I would change those boxers, man. Shortly after
to Sup, the Beefs (Sunrise location only, at 10079 W. Oakland Park
Blvd.) is feeling empathetic towards all you recently laid off people
-- probably because they know you won't be spending your formerly
hard-earned money with them anymore. All you have to do is bring in
your pink slip. No friggin' joke: your PINK SLIP.
Beefs. That's just cruel. It's gotta be like salt in the wounds to
carry your termination letter around with you just to get a free bite.
I mean, that's a step up from waving that thing around on the street
corner, screaming "this could be you!" at passersby. And what if you
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didn't get a letter? Should you go back to your former place of employ
and beg your boss for one, a la the kid who seeks a doctor's note to
play hooky from school?