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What an fucking crazy day yesterday was.
So I'm working a tote of crap, and there's something I can't find. Then it strikes me that this something might be in a certain spot where if I wanted to put it away, I'd have to go down the aisle we always get shit stolen from. So as I'm walking down there, I see an older black couple in there. And the guy was taking stuff and putting it into his coat. I mean, I was looking at this mother fucker, and he's looking at me looking at him, and he continues to put stuff in his coat. What a moron. So I see this, and I run two aisles over where my manager was working, and I said to him, "Gary, he's stealing the Dove! He's taking the Dove!" So Gary walks over toward the door, and asks the man to turn out his pockets. He refuses. Gary asks again, and the guy hands over one bottle of Lubriderm. Gary asks for the rest. He gives him a bottle of Olay. Gary asks again for the rest, and the guy insists he has nothing else. So Gary grabs for his pockets (and pulls out two more bottles of stuff) and the guy shoves him and runs out the door. I call 911. Meanwhile the woman who was with him is maintaining she has no idea who he is and she'd never seen him before. Well, when the cops get there, they have her show them inside her bag, and she has a whole mess of other stuff. And this woman, it turns out, has 38 previous arrests for shoplifiting, and the fucking idiot cops let her walk out the door. Fucking ridiculous. So, anyway, all this scared the shit out of me because now they've seen me and I got them in trouble, so I'm sure they're gonna come back and shoot me. Fuck... I am completely scared to death. Oh well. I had a good run, i guess.
So then we go to Dan's. His parents left for Vegas earlier in the day, and not half and hour after they left, Rick has a whole crap load of people over and they were all drinking and being crazy. There were like, 50 people crammed into their kitchen, all drunk and a fair few high. And unfortunately Dan and I had only three bottles left in our stores, so that really didn't do much to calm me down. And Brian wasn't there so we couldn't get him to get us more. Sad times indeed.
In other news, I got a digitlal camera (a pretty damn nice one) on clearance at work for $45. Not a bad deal at all.
Dan and I went to my sisiter's and Dave's for Easter and Zach's eighth birthday. Good times. Charlie is insane, and his damn "winky" is fucking hanging out all the time. Nasty ass dog.
Ok, I'm sick of writing in this damn thing.
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So I'm working a tote of crap, and there's something I can't find. Then it strikes me that this something might be in a certain spot where if I wanted to put it away, I'd have to go down the aisle we always get shit stolen from. So as I'm walking down there, I see an older black couple in there. And the guy was taking stuff and putting it into his coat. I mean, I was looking at this mother fucker, and he's looking at me looking at him, and he continues to put stuff in his coat. What a moron. So I see this, and I run two aisles over where my manager was working, and I said to him, "Gary, he's stealing the Dove! He's taking the Dove!" So Gary walks over toward the door, and asks the man to turn out his pockets. He refuses. Gary asks again, and the guy hands over one bottle of Lubriderm. Gary asks for the rest. He gives him a bottle of Olay. Gary asks again for the rest, and the guy insists he has nothing else. So Gary grabs for his pockets (and pulls out two more bottles of stuff) and the guy shoves him and runs out the door. I call 911. Meanwhile the woman who was with him is maintaining she has no idea who he is and she'd never seen him before. Well, when the cops get there, they have her show them inside her bag, and she has a whole mess of other stuff. And this woman, it turns out, has 38 previous arrests for shoplifiting, and the fucking idiot cops let her walk out the door. Fucking ridiculous. So, anyway, all this scared the shit out of me because now they've seen me and I got them in trouble, so I'm sure they're gonna come back and shoot me. Fuck... I am completely scared to death. Oh well. I had a good run, i guess.
So then we go to Dan's. His parents left for Vegas earlier in the day, and not half and hour after they left, Rick has a whole crap load of people over and they were all drinking and being crazy. There were like, 50 people crammed into their kitchen, all drunk and a fair few high. And unfortunately Dan and I had only three bottles left in our stores, so that really didn't do much to calm me down. And Brian wasn't there so we couldn't get him to get us more. Sad times indeed.
In other news, I got a digitlal camera (a pretty damn nice one) on clearance at work for $45. Not a bad deal at all.
Dan and I went to my sisiter's and Dave's for Easter and Zach's eighth birthday. Good times. Charlie is insane, and his damn "winky" is fucking hanging out all the time. Nasty ass dog.
Ok, I'm sick of writing in this damn thing.
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