Well first off let me just say I had a great time at Poker night and look forward to the next one. For those that read my blog and don’t know what I’m talking about, tonight the community group I am a member of, The Phoenix Projects (http://phoenixprojects.org), put on a poker night as a fundraiser. Anyhow one of the things that makes me happy is the fact that for the past few poker nights we’ve had I didn’t have enough chips at the end of the night to get this little dragon sculpture that I needed to even out my collection. You see on my dresser I have three big wizard sculptures and two little ones and until tonight I had three big dragon sculptures and only one small one so it was a little unbalanced, but now that I had enough chips I was able to get the dragon that had eluded me for months and balance out my collection.
Ok now that that’s out of the way and I still have more words to type I guess I’ll tell another Spee-D-Foods story. This story only involves two other people besides me; my pretty cool co-worker who I’ll call Bruce and a frequent customer by the name of “Wayne”. Well Bruce and I had been working together and closing together for a few months, and he was I pretty cool guy. Well one day he and I were closing and a few punk kids came into the store paid for about 60 dollars worth of gas made a huge mess in the restroom and left, without pumping their gas. So here we had some kids who left without getting the full 60 dollars of gas. Well the night went on and the kids never came back for the money. Well at the end of the night we have to makes sure there is no purchases pending on the register. Well we had to clear out the refund in the register. Since it was closing time and it had been about five hours since the kids trashed the restroom, we decided to accept it as a tip. Looking back I know I should have taken it out set it aside and left a note for my boss, but that’s not what we did.
So at closing time Wayne was in the store and Bruce and I decided we’d spend our tip on some Smirnov Ice. We each got a six pack, and after our work was done we clocked out and while waiting for the registers to produce the paperwork we went over to the tables that were set up for eating hot dogs or whatever and the three of us started drinking and bs-ing for about an hour. Little did we know that this would be Bruce’s last night there. The next day he was fired for smoking weed out the back door. So I guess it was kinda fitting that we did that the night before, after all how many people can say on the last night they worked at a job they got drunk? The best part was the store manager never knew about that night or, if he did he didn’t care.
Random Bachelor Card of the Day:”Pour a Prairie Fire (tequila and Tabasco sauce) down the hatch.”
Wow what a fitting card for the story I just told! I don’t think I could handle that though since hot stuff doesn’t exactly agree with my throat.
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