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Rapunzel had a relatively slow workday. It was the middle of the week, and the dinner rush wasn’t starting yet. She had divided up her time beforehand with cleaning the counters and serving the two customers that were already there. Her hands were drying out from the soap she was using and she decided that she would take a long oatmeal bath once she got home. 

She was under the counter cleaning the bottom of the bar when she heard the door open and footsteps making their way over to the same counter she was under. It must just be another customer, but she had to get up and attend quickly, in case he got angry and left. She dropped the cloth and the spray bottle onto the ground and quickly stood up. A little too fast, because she had whacked her head on the counter. She felt a sharp pain in her head and she fell back down.

“Ouch!” She said, rubbing her head a little as she got up. She giggled a little as she realized how silly she must look. 

“Were you looking to order anything?”