yesterday my female co-worker was ringing a guy out.
"would you like to donate your .33 cents to the kids charity?" she had asked perkily.
"yeah." he replied.
she tossed in the remnants of the sale with that metallic jingle.
"no wait. could you get that back out of there?"
i guess he really needed it.
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.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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