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I'm on the phone with a customer who has called about his missing phone card. He is going on. and. on. and. on. I'm trying to get some information out of him, when the new guy, D, says, "What the hell, is he drunk?"
I look up. A semi regular customer, drunk to hell and beyond, has stumbled into my Aid of Rite and passed out dead in the middle of the front of the store.
Guy on phone is still droning on about the phone card and now manager A is making faces at me to get off the phone and call the cops. Customers are beginning to stare. Drunk guy promptly shits himself in his passed-out-ness. New guy D whips out his cell phone and takes photos.
Finally guy on phone gives me the info I need-his name and phone number. I wave off all attempts to get his work number, wife's cell phone, brother's landline, etc and hang up. I ask manager A to call 911, and she says, "I ain't doin' it, you're gonna call them yourself, you're next to the phone!"
So I do. I stay calm and give the operator all the info he needs. Drunk Guy wakes up briefly at one of the pharmacists talking to him, but then passes out again. The firefighters/paramedics and policeman who come in, wrinkle their noses and groan-policeman especially, once he realizes Drunk Guy has shit himself. Drunk Guy wakes up enough to tell them to fuck off but is too far gone to do much else. He's loaded on a stretcher and taken away.
Fireman comes up to us and tells us, "Eh, he's a loser-that's the 6th times we pick him up this year."
I look up. A semi regular customer, drunk to hell and beyond, has stumbled into my Aid of Rite and passed out dead in the middle of the front of the store.
Guy on phone is still droning on about the phone card and now manager A is making faces at me to get off the phone and call the cops. Customers are beginning to stare. Drunk guy promptly shits himself in his passed-out-ness. New guy D whips out his cell phone and takes photos.
Finally guy on phone gives me the info I need-his name and phone number. I wave off all attempts to get his work number, wife's cell phone, brother's landline, etc and hang up. I ask manager A to call 911, and she says, "I ain't doin' it, you're gonna call them yourself, you're next to the phone!"
So I do. I stay calm and give the operator all the info he needs. Drunk Guy wakes up briefly at one of the pharmacists talking to him, but then passes out again. The firefighters/paramedics and policeman who come in, wrinkle their noses and groan-policeman especially, once he realizes Drunk Guy has shit himself. Drunk Guy wakes up enough to tell them to fuck off but is too far gone to do much else. He's loaded on a stretcher and taken away.
Fireman comes up to us and tells us, "Eh, he's a loser-that's the 6th times we pick him up this year."
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