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So it's my day off and I'm just about to have supper when the phone rings. Manager A wants me to work at Aid Of Rite Across River. No problemo, since I have a pair of vintage shoes I deeply want. Across the River is a different animal, about 1.5 times the size of our store and MUCH better organized. (Incidentally this used to be a "Schmooks" pharmacy but converted and got a major face lift a couple years ago. My store hasn't had a face lift in 20 years.)
Obviously, my (blessedly) short shift wasn't incident free or else I wouldn't be writing this thread. Here are 3 incidents for your reading pleasure. 3 in one day is highly unusual for me, so I wonder if someone didn't secretly stick Lupo's Crazy Magnet to my back while I wasn't looking.
Stop Fighting!
Two boys (they were an item, I think) were slapping the snot out of each other in front of my register. One look at my
face and they stopped.
Runaway
I had Supervisor J callthe cops. The general gist is that one boy was a minor trying to run away from home and a family friend his age was trying to prevent it by holding Minor hostage. Lots of beating up and tears.
The Secret Lesbian
Apparently calling an older lady "experienced" instead of "old" to make her feel better means I am a lesbian and trying to get into her pants. Said woman had an obnoxiously loud 3 3/4 sheets to the wind daughter who could be heard in the backroom of the store. And we are talking a giant Aid of Rite store. Even if I were a lesbian, the drunken daughter ruins it. Do not want.
Bonus: I Left My Aid Of Rite! Oh Noes!
Quite a few questions tonight of why did I leave my original Aid of Rite and move to this Aid of Rite? Oneguy was a little too relieved when I told him I would be going to my original one tomorrow.
Obviously, my (blessedly) short shift wasn't incident free or else I wouldn't be writing this thread. Here are 3 incidents for your reading pleasure. 3 in one day is highly unusual for me, so I wonder if someone didn't secretly stick Lupo's Crazy Magnet to my back while I wasn't looking.
Stop Fighting!
Two boys (they were an item, I think) were slapping the snot out of each other in front of my register. One look at my
face and they stopped.Runaway
I had Supervisor J callthe cops. The general gist is that one boy was a minor trying to run away from home and a family friend his age was trying to prevent it by holding Minor hostage. Lots of beating up and tears.
The Secret Lesbian
Apparently calling an older lady "experienced" instead of "old" to make her feel better means I am a lesbian and trying to get into her pants. Said woman had an obnoxiously loud 3 3/4 sheets to the wind daughter who could be heard in the backroom of the store. And we are talking a giant Aid of Rite store. Even if I were a lesbian, the drunken daughter ruins it. Do not want.
Bonus: I Left My Aid Of Rite! Oh Noes!
Quite a few questions tonight of why did I leave my original Aid of Rite and move to this Aid of Rite? Oneguy was a little too relieved when I told him I would be going to my original one tomorrow.
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