WTF I Just Have To LMAO: Cont…
I was inside the convenience store area mopping when a red pick-up pulls up to the front doors. A young man gets out, and is practically leaning on the (thank god) locked doors. His hands (no lie) are covered in blood. “Hey, can you please let me in” he says in a polite, and not at all creepy voice. I look at him, like, if you were me would you let you in? My response to him surprisingly was, “NOOOO.” “But I need to wash my hands, I’ll be quick.” I’ll cut to the chase, he didn’t get in. I don’t even want to know what the deal with him was.
You know whats fun? Cleaning up drunk, life rejects vomit off the ground at 3am. Maybe you think, leave it. No. A lot of it is done near the gas pumps. Quite often a car pulls up, the passenger door opens and HELLO! Do you want to pull up to pump your gas, and step in a large puddle of loser juice? Yeah, I didn’t think so.