4:30 AM. The store, for the first time since I started work at 11:00 PM, is /dead/. Then two guys, one obviously inebriated, come on in through the doors. Within three steps, the staggering one has managed to tip over our entire display of discount chocolate bars. Anticipating a long cleanup after he's done, I am in fact flabbergasted when he and his friend stop and clean up their mess. Not only that, but they tidy the entire candy section, as well as the gum rack, and then the drunk one says to me;
"Hey. Hey man. Yeah, you probably can't tell, but I'm /sooooo/ drunk, so um, how about I just go wait out front? Don't want to make trouble, and all! Peace!"
Or at least I think he said that. He was pretty slurry. But he did go outside, so!
"Hey. Hey man. Yeah, you probably can't tell, but I'm /sooooo/ drunk, so um, how about I just go wait out front? Don't want to make trouble, and all! Peace!"
Or at least I think he said that. He was pretty slurry. But he did go outside, so!
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