For once, I would just like to have a normal graveyard shift go by without any kind of incident. Between then alcoholics trying to buy even more beer when they come in or the homeless guys from down the block trying to steal some food before going into hiding for the night, I would like to have just one uneventful shift.
I really wouldn’t mind sitting behind the counter most of the shift waiting for a customer to come in and calmly buy a pack of smokes or a cheap lotto ticket. I mean, why the hell do the morning and mid-shifts get all of the polite people while I get all of the weirdos?
And why the hell am I always on my own during this? Thank god there’s a security camera to catch this all going down.
“Last time I came here and used this exact coupon a bald man was working behind the counter, and it was during the day.”
Then why the hell are you here at two in the morning trying to use a coupon?
I thought about the lack of a description the old lady gave me, but I instantly knew the answer to that, “We don’t have bald employees here, Ma’am. You must be thinking of another location.” I hand the useless coupon back to her, “Or possibly thinking about the real store where this coupon actually works.”
“Rude much,” she scoffed.
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