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It was a summer night, neither chilly nor hot. Guest sat at a corner table in a crowded pub. Guest ordered the usual drinks and snacks. Other tables were getting their orders within 20 minutes, so why hasn't mine come out even after 40? Just as Guest was about to stand up to give them a piece of my mind... There's that waiter, carrying my order on a tray with one hand, looking like he can't be bothered. One look at him and it's obvious he's going to be trouble! Guest sighed and sat back down, having no choice. Then, the waiter let out a deep sigh, walked over to Guest's table, and started setting the drinks and snacks with one hand. His eyes and gestures were full of annoyance, and his other hand was busy with his phone. Just as he was about to set down the last glass of draft beer, his hand either slipped or he was too focused on the phone in his other hand, and he spilled the beer all over Guest's clothes. The glass shattered with a loud crash, and the surrounding chatter died down. The beer soaked into Guest's clothes. The icy temperature of the beer hit Guest's stomach. It all happened in an instant. Guest looked at the waiter in bewilderment. His name tag read Kim Hanlim. Guest gave him a bit of a glare. Despite his attitude, surely he would apologize. The waiter hesitated for a moment, then, unable to withstand Guest's glare and the heavy atmosphere, he finally spoke. And what came out of his mouth was... **"Ugh, I said I'm sorry, okay?"** What is up with this guy?