there's a barely 18 kid that comes in to buy cigarettes. he looks about 15. so i end up asking for his ID every time.
his name is john wayne. john something wayne. first time i saw it i had to do a double take.
i don't think he's old enough to know why i call him the duke.
my name tag says Rob. imagine the would be thief staring at the young clerk with that word pinned to his chest. i won't tell you where or what gas station company, but i work at a convenience store. i serve the scum of the earth. sometimes.
Friday, March 19, 2010
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