5 minuets until closing time on a Friday night. Conversation between me and fellow manager ensues:
*Names have been changed to protect identities.
Verde: “No, No is here”
Me: “Ugh, really? I thought we’d be out on time tonight”
Verde: ” I know”
We watch as No, No casually browses shoes, sees a pair she likes and bends over to try them on.
Me: “Whoa dude!, check out that muffin its Costco size! How the hell did she even get into those jeans?!”
Verde: “It looks more like a biscuit, doughy you know? Like the kind that come in the cardboard can”
Me: “OMG YES! You peel of the strip and smack it on the edge of the counter top to get them open!”
Verde: “Yeah, GRANDS!”
Me: “…yeah…that sounds good right now. What’d you have for lunch?”
2 Nights later
Verde: ” Grands is here”
Me: “Ugh, really? I thought we’d be out on time tonight.”
Posted on February 10, 2011
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