On way into LA Fitness you're greeted by five tweensters sitting on their arses and yucking things over while a laser shines in one's eyes. I've given them two prior warnings. I mention it again as I pass by.
A probable papist shit laughed and said something, something boss. "I'm not your boss and you need to engage an attorney." Went to locker room and thought a moment. They're not listening nor concerned and certainly not aware. Decided to go back to speak to manager.
He was cowering but given up by comrades. Not exactly (qualified) but no doubt substitute player. "This is your third warning. Lasers cause retinal damage. Get off your arses!"
May have informed SOB-in-chief.
I'm doing my best rehabbing other damage.
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