This site is slowly bring back such lovely memories. Like this one:
A guy comes up to the register, I stop what i'm doing, and I freeze in my tracks.
The guy calmly asks about a book, while i'm looking at his bloody nose, and blood trail on his shirt. I tell him we don't have it.
After he leaves, my co-worker and I look at each other, and wonder what the hell was up with the guy. We kinda agree that he's an ice-head.
A guy comes up to the register, I stop what i'm doing, and I freeze in my tracks.
The guy calmly asks about a book, while i'm looking at his bloody nose, and blood trail on his shirt. I tell him we don't have it.
After he leaves, my co-worker and I look at each other, and wonder what the hell was up with the guy. We kinda agree that he's an ice-head.
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