Said two goodbyes today: to the ice cream shop and to Dan.

Actually, said goodbye to Dan in the ice cream shop.

He decided spur-of-the-moment to catch a night bus, so he came by work to say goodbye.

I’m just going on my break, so I get a cone for him and we sit and chat for like two minutes before the owner’s son starts yelling at me, I think because they have orders up so I go to help, but it’s actually because he saw me make a cone for my friend and not ring it in.
He has checked up to see that no one has rung in a cone recently.
He gives me a lecture about how I’m not special and I can’t give away free things. (I know this.)
I explain that I was planning on ringing it in after because I didn’t want to make a big production of paying for Dan’s ice cream cone. One of the girls pipes up with: “She did that the other day.” This is true; no one of authority was watching the other day. I’m just honest like that.

Dan, I’ll miss. The job? Not so much.