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So, last night was another frustrating night where we had a lot of work to do, but the foot traffic through the store was impeding our progress (and it wasn't even productive foot traffic either, because people weren't buying all that much). As tends to happen on nights like this, I was behind, and had a lot of work to do come closing time, so I was getting a bit frustrated.
Then I heard a commotion and laughter coming from a few aisles down.
Me: HEY! We still have a LOT of blocking left to do if you guys want to get the hell out of here tonight!
Then Focker appeared out of nowhere, wearing a giant paper mitre (Bishop's hat) that Jackass had made using packing tape and a reject print from the wide-format printer.
Focker: I'm the Pope. God bless you, Dave1982 *gives me a sign of the cross*
As muh as I didn't want to give in and laugh, I have to admit that was pretty funny. And Jackass did a pretty good job making the mitre, which looked pretty good.
Unfortunately, Focker would take the hat off anytime a cell phone camera appeared, so I have no picture of him wearing it.
Then, when he took the mitre off to pull the till from the copy center, one of the technicians took it, farted into it, then gave it back to Focker.
Focker *in between fits and starts of laughter*: You're gonna get smited for that, heathen!!!
The tech said he was going to hold onto the farted-in-Mitre and try to get Captain Jellico to wear it (not telling him it was farted-in, of course) the next day.
Me: Captain Jellico as the Pope? He'd have to be called Pope Fuckknuckle the First!
Yes, I work with a bunch of immature assclowns.
Then I heard a commotion and laughter coming from a few aisles down.
Me: HEY! We still have a LOT of blocking left to do if you guys want to get the hell out of here tonight!
Then Focker appeared out of nowhere, wearing a giant paper mitre (Bishop's hat) that Jackass had made using packing tape and a reject print from the wide-format printer.
Focker: I'm the Pope. God bless you, Dave1982 *gives me a sign of the cross*
As muh as I didn't want to give in and laugh, I have to admit that was pretty funny. And Jackass did a pretty good job making the mitre, which looked pretty good.
Unfortunately, Focker would take the hat off anytime a cell phone camera appeared, so I have no picture of him wearing it.
Then, when he took the mitre off to pull the till from the copy center, one of the technicians took it, farted into it, then gave it back to Focker.
Focker *in between fits and starts of laughter*: You're gonna get smited for that, heathen!!!
The tech said he was going to hold onto the farted-in-Mitre and try to get Captain Jellico to wear it (not telling him it was farted-in, of course) the next day.
Me: Captain Jellico as the Pope? He'd have to be called Pope Fuckknuckle the First!
Yes, I work with a bunch of immature assclowns.
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