Just yesterday, a new gang showed up and demanded a protection fee. I had just paid another gang, but I didn't want my shop wrecked, so I gave in and paid the new one too. I just hope the old gang doesn't come to collect again, considering I paid them only a few days ago.
"Oi! Sam! Time for your payment!" That damn scumbag's voice rang out from outside. All of them walked into my restaurant.
"I just paid you the other day! Didn't you say you only collect once a week? It hasn't even been a week yet!" I argued.
"Yes, it's once a week—but we changed the week's end. Yesterday was the week's end, and today is the start of a new week," the scumbag smirked.
"Yesterday was Wednesday! I paid you on Sunday and Monday, and now you're saying you've changed it!?" I snapped.
"You're right!" the scumbag nodded, thinking about it.
Phew. At least this scumbag can be reasoned with.
"Boss, isn't our calendar just one day per week?" one of the goons chimed in.
