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One time while out of J.C. Penny with two new pairs of extremely comfortable pants they don't make anymore, god damn trends, I held the door open for some people and only two of the 6 people that walked through said thanks, only four aknowledged me, one gave me a "what's your angle" look, and the other a very inhospitable "I'm not impressed, ye' shall get no poon perv" glare. Where I live (Football culture town in Mass populated mainly by 17 and below, whoopee...) people generally are nice yet sneaky, but pretty much every mean one is crazy.
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