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Graveyard Shift Memories

Actual Word for Word Writings While at Work: October 3, 1998 2:26am Why are there so many cars out right now? I’m cold, tired, and bored. I’m sitting here in my little chair, staring out my hopefully bulletproof glass windows. Oh my goodness, a car pulls in. A white hoopty is driving from pump to … Continue reading

Graveyard Shift Memories

  At least once every two weeks someone drives off with the gas pump nozzle still in their tanks. The first time I witnessed this I thought it would be the last time as well. One fluke by someone with their head up their ass. Not the case. That is all. Well maybe not all… … Continue reading

Graveyard Shift Memories

  One night a 400 lb, at least, man asks for a pack of lubricated condoms and a jar of vaseline. Behind him cleaning the windows of the car he stepped out of, is a man 120 lbs wet. These are not two guys who are going clubbin’ to score some fine female ass. I’m sincerely concerned … Continue reading

Graveyard Shift Memories

WTF I Just Have To LMAO: It’s a seemingly average boring night, and monotony is in abundance. During a dead hour, when no cars or people seem to be out; two cars pull into the parking lot. At first glance, it’s just a baby exchange. The father hands over the precious bundle to the mother, … Continue reading